Walkin' Jim Stoltz Old Man From The Mountains (bigger Ain't Better)
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1) Old Man from the mountains coming down one more time
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For the first time in twenty-seven years,
G C Am
Down the faded trail, wobbled legs thin and frail,
C D
Stopping here and there to spend his tears.
C D
'Cause there's a racing fourlane highway
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Where a dirt track used to roam,
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The hills are scarred and slashed by its track,
C D G Em
And the powerlines are scratchin' every precious gold
sunset,
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The Old Man shakes his head and shifts his pack.
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And he's clutching at your arm and his yellin' in your
ear,
Em C D
He shouts his words a-pleading, beggin' you to hear.
Chorus:
C G Em
He says:Bigger ain't better, and faster ain't farther,
C D
Unless you're runnin' stoneblind.
C G Em
We're sellin' out fast all the gold of our past,
C D
And tradin' away one of a kind,
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And we're burying them one at a time.
2) Old Man from the mountains coming down one more
time,
And he chokes on something in the air,
While a smokestack stands a-spewin' its faded phathom
dust
The Old Man sets his jaw and starts to swear.
'Cause the trailor courts are blooming where the barley
used to grow,
The rivers runnin' muddy and undone,
He looks back to another age plowed under long ago
When a man and his land stood as one.
And he's clutching at your arm and he's yellin' in your
ear,
He shouts his words a-pleading, a-beggin' you to hear.
(Final Chorus)
