G D C D G I rode the boundries of our place, for the very last timeG D C I was leaving for Sydney on the mail train,D G D C D I'd made up my mind.Em D C D G D C D Dad died in June I'd never seen my mother so frail,Am C Three months later we had to put,D G The family farm up for sale. There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,C D Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.Em D C I could see mum and dad arm in arm,D G In my memories of the Family Farm.G D C D G No horses, no valleys, no crossings, no Hinterland streamsG D C Just a heart full of song, a guitar,D G And a swag full of dreams.Em D C D G In my dark little room i'd scratch out my letters to mum,Am C D G And apart of me drifted back north, with every single one. There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,C D Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.Em D C I could see mum and dad arm in arm,D G In my memories of the Family Farm.G D C D G We laid mum to rest next to dad, the year the farm was sold.G D C D G months turned to years as i followed the call of the roadEm D C D G I was just passing through as i saw, that real estate signAm C D G That very day i put my name on what had always been mine. There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,C D Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.Em D C I could see mum and dad arm in arm,D G In my memories of the Family Farm.Em D C I could see mum and dad arm in arm,D G In my memories of the Family Farm.
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