Cifras
Used To Be

                                         C  
                                C  
And to the {G}travellers of the mother road
                                    C  
Now if those walls could talk
Oh, the stories the could tell son
             Dhºles  
             Cweeds  
            Dcºurts  
                Csee                     Gmºre  C  
Guess who used to grow cotton
on these tired old farms