Badly Bent
By The Tractors

I’m goin’ back to the country, ‘cos I can’t pay my rent
I may not be completely broke, but, brother, I’m badly bent
I don’t understand, where the money went
I’m not broke, but I’m badly bent

They warned me about the city: about the city life
But I thought I knew everything: I took no one’s advice
Now I don’t know where, all the money went
I might not be broke, but I’m badly bent

Yeah, I am just a country boy, tryin’ to make some sense
But I’d like to ask the Congress; I’d like to ask the president
“Can you tell me where all the money went
“We might not be broke, but we’re badly bent’

All right, Walt!

Between the telephone, gas and electric bills, car payment and the rent
Give it everything I got, can’t seem to make a dent
I don’t understand where the money went
I’m not broke but I’m badly bent

Can you tell my where, all the money went
I might not be broke, but I’m badly bent

Settin The Woods On Fire
Fred Rose/Ed G. Nelson

[(G7)] [(C)]
Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and (F7)I’ll act prouder
(G7)You sing loud and I’ll sing louder
Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire

(C)You’re my gal and i’m your feller
(F)Dress up in your (F7)frock of “yeller”
(G7)I’ll look swell but you’ll look sweller
Settin’ the woods on (C)fire

(C7)We’ll (F7)take in all the honky tonks
Tonight we’re havin’ (C)fun
We’ll (D7)show the folks a brand new dance
That (G7)never has been done

(C)I don’t care who thinks we’re silly
(F)You be daffy and (F7)I’ll be dilly
We’ll (G7)order up two bowls of chili
Settin’ the woods on (C)fire

Break (like verse)

I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker
We’ll get hotter (F7)than a poker
(G7)You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker
Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire

(C)We’ll sit close to one another
(F)Up one street and down the other
(G7)We’ll have us a time oh brother
Settin’ the woods on (C)fire

(C7)We’ll (F7)put aside a little time
To fix a flat or (C)two
My (D7)tires and tubes are doin’ fine
But the (G7)air is showin’ through

(C)You clap hands and I’ll start bowin’
(F)We’ll do all the (F7)law’s allowin’
To(G7)morrow I’ll be right back plowin’
Settin’ the woods on (C)fire

Play with the first fret capoed.

I’ve had enough of chasin’ rainbows
And dreams that never do come true
I’ve had enough of broken hearts
But honey I can’t get enough of you

I’ve had enough of bills & taxes
I can’t get ahead no matter what I do
I’ve had enough of workin’ my whole life away
But honey I can’t get enough of you

Bridge…By now it should be clear
I’ve had it up to here…. with all kinds of stuff
Honey you know it’s true
Baby when it comes to you…. I can’t get enough

Ahhhh Fiddles yes
Play it pretty boys, play it pretty now

Bridge……..

I’ve had enough of politicians
You can’t believe a word they say is true
I’ve had enough of strangers tellin me how to live
But honey I can’t get enough of you

Yeah I’ve had enough of broken hearts I’ve had my share
But honey I can’t get enough of you

The Little Man
Jim Pulte/Steve Ripley/Tim DuBois

[(G)]
Why don’t we take all the city-slick bankers
And put ‘em on John Deere tractors in the summer (D)sun
And sit back and watch ‘em sweat
You can bet all the wheat in Oklahoma they’ll get…
A different attitude before the plowin’s (G)done

It’s true for you and it’s true for me
You don’t need to be smart to see
You’ve got to be bigger than yesterday…
Just to keep from (F)gettin’ be(C)hind
The (D)little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (G)time

Why don’t we (G)take all the IRS boys
And watch ‘em try to make a livin’ from the family (D)store
When the big chain moves in down the block
There ain’t no room for the “mom and pop”
And all across this land, they’re closin’ their (G)doors
(and you know that’s true)
I wrote it for you and i wrote it for me
You don’t need to look too hard to see
You’ve got to make more than the year before
Just to keep from (F)gettin’ be(C)hind
And the (D)little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (Em)time (C)
Yeah the (D)little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (G)time

He’s gettin’ (G7)smaller…

[(G7)] [(F)] [(C)] [(D)] [(Em)] [(C)] [(D)] [(G)]
Why don’t we (G)take all the politicians
And make ‘em spend a night with the homeless out in the (D)street
Maybe they’d understand
We’ve got to start to lend a helpin’ hand
It’s the little man that made this country (G)great

Well it’s true for you and it’s true for me
You don’t need to be smart to see
You(‘ve) got to be bigger than yesterday
Just to keep from (F)gettin’ be(C)hind
The little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (G)time
(that’s right–you know…)
The (D)little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (Em)time (C)
The (D)little man is gettin’ smaller all of the (G)time

The Blue Collar Rock
The Tractors

Intro

Chorus
Where’s it gonna end, when’s it gonna stop? Can we slow down so maybe I can get off?
My world’s tied to the tickin of a time clock
If my life was a dance it’d be the blue collar rock

Verse One
Elvis was king, when I was a kid, rock was a thing that Chuck Berry did
Now that I’m older and slower and tired, my life is certified solid rock hard

Chorus
Where’s it gonna end, when’s it gonna stop? Can we slow down so maybe I can get off?
My world’s tied to the tickin of a time clock
If my life was a dance it’d be the blue collar rock

Verse Two
Coulda been a contender but I never got the chance
Coulda been a dancer, never learned to dance
Coulda won the game, I just never got the cards, my life is certified solid rock hard

Chorus
Where’s it gonna end, when’s it gonna stop? Can we slow down so maybe I can get off?
My world’s tied to the tickin of a time clock
If my life was a dance it’d be the blue collar rock

Verse Three (inst)



Chorus
Where’s it gonna end, when’s it gonna stop? Can we slow down so maybe I can get off?
My world’s tied to the tickin of a time clock
If my life was a dance it’d be the blue collar rock
My world’s tied to the tickin of a time clock
If my life was a dance it’d be the blue collar rock