D Em you'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love D Em Like little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubs D He had a blue-eyed merle Em and loved an Indian girl D F C G D left alone in the warm wet fields in this corner of the world D Em you'll always eat bread if you always have seeds to sew D Em LIke old Zen Ben who lived with a murder of crows D He wore a crown of beans Em And a belt of weeds D F C G D Slept alone in the warm wet fields on a bed of mustard seeds D Em We wont lose the beat if you just keep clappin your hands D Em Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped for the ruminant band D he had a broken lung Em and a bit off tongue D F C G D left alone in the warm wet fields under moon and under sun