Erik Petersen – For an Old Kentucky Anarchist C F Am G High upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry C G Am G 'twas a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long F G C ago, taught her children how to fly C F Within a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands Am G Sat the aging mother in her home C G Am G You can’t escape the picture frames, there’s too many, she said F G C They keep me from being alone C F Am G Well she spoke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates C G Am G F Well we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives G C But the rewards were great C F Am G And when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast C G Am F And said, “mom, I’m tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low G C Can you make me feel like I’m the best?” C F Am G Well my best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo C G Am G F G C For his only love was for the bottle, she said there’s only one thing left for me to do C F Am G To be wild once again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck C G Am G G C He won’t ever know he’s been missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love C F Am G Dance and love..." C F These are the stories that this mother spoke to me, Am G C G As I brought her garden back to grow. I was rewarded with a warm meal Am G F C Tales never to be heard, some call it poverty, but they’ll never know C F G She said “All I’ve got is my stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and away, C G Am G F G C I’ve got a head full of recipies,enticing to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet day C F Am G Got bad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight C G Am G F G C Hell, I’ve never cared much for any government, I’ve got my jesus when I feel the time right, C F Am G C G Singin’ I’m the richest I'll ever be, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing dying song, and Am G F G C slap your knee, Have a taste of true anarchy C F Am G Yeah, anarchy