Goin Back To Harlan

      Am                 C
There were no cuckoos, no sycamores.
   F                G
We played about the forest floor
Dm               C
  underneath the silver maples,
G                     Am
  the balsams and the sky.

  (verse 2)
   Am                   C
We popped the heads off dandelions,
  F                 G
assuming roles from nursery rhymes.
Dm              C
  Rested on the riverbank,
G                    Am
  and grew up by and by.
G                    Am  Am
  And grew up by and by

  (bridge)
C
  Frail my heart apart,
    G
and play me a little Shady Grove.
C
  Ring the bells of rhymney,
         G
til they ring inside my head forever.
C                          G
  Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
                  Am
for the hangman's reel.
    G                       C        G
And wake the devil from his dre-eeee-eam

  (chorus)
                 C                G
I'm goin back to Harlan, oh oh oh oh
                 C                G
I'm goin back to Harlan, oh oh oh oh
                  Am      Am
I'm going back to Harlan

  (verse 3)
Am              C
And if you were Willie Moore
    F             G
and I was Barbara Allen,
       Dm                    C
or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door
  G                        Am
a-weeping and a-pinin' for love.
  G                        Am    Am
A-weeping and a-pinin' for love.

  (repeat bridge)
  (repeat chorus)
  (break) G  C  G
  (repeat chorus)
  (break) G  C  G
  (repeat chorus)
  (break) G  C  G
  (outro) C  G  C  G  C  G  C_