Em John Svenson was a farmerA He grew the Minnesota wheatC He rode there with his daughterBm D High upon the thresher's seatEm They broke down on the hillsideA The radiator spitting steamC Went back to get the tool boxBm D So they could fix the old machine [Chorus]Em A With a turn of the wrench, and a twist of the screwC Bm D We can fix the tractor, we can make it like new [Verse]Em But that day they got a letterA That said the power lines would comeC Right across their farmlandBm D Right across the setting sunEm So they gathered all the familyA And talked late into the nightC We cannot let them do thisBm D We've got to put up one hell of a fight[Chorus]Em A With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench) , and a twist of the screw (twist of the screw)C Bm D We'll apply a little pressure,(apply a little pressure) and we'll see what that will do [Verse]Em So they phoned one hundred farmersA And drove to the Twin CitiesC Met there with the GovernorBm D And they sued the utilityEm But after writing all the lettersA And paying all the legal costsC To the power of the cityBm D Once again the farmers lost [Bridge]C D Em And in the still of the evening the wind is all you hearC D Em I watch the waves on the wheat fields aloneC D Em I walk the furrows of earth I plant year after yearC D Em This is stolen land (this is stolen land) this is their home (this is their home) [Verse]Em So they met there at the tavernA But there wasn't much to sayC Bm D The power lines may come, but they will not stay [Chorus]Em A With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench), and a twist of the screw (twist of a screw)C Bm D What was once put together (once put together), we can easily undo [Verse]Em With bandannas on their facesA Careful not to make soundC They loosened all the boltsBm D That held the towers to the groundEm A And several weeks later, with nobody aroundC Bm D The Minnesota wind blew tower after tower down [Chorus]Em A With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench), and a twist of the screw (twist of a screw)C Bm D What was once put together (once put together), we can easily undo [Bridge]C D Em And in the still of the evening the wind is all you hearC D Em I watch the waves on the wheat fields aloneC D Em I walk the furrows of earth I plant year after yearC D Em This is stolen land (this is stolen land) this is their home (this is their home)
Turn Of The Wrench
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