Вступление
Dirt Under His Feet
[Verse 1]
Em
He got too big for his britches
G
Taken by the riches
DEm
He forgot where it all began
Em
There was a time when
G
Farmers, fair and kind men
DEm
Were working for the good of the land
[Chorus 1]
G
I feel like the dirt under his feet
D
Like the grain that’s left out to rot
C
Like the body under the sheet
GD
Or the one that they all forgot
G
I feel like dirt under his nails
D
He just scrapes me away
C
Like the ground under the bales
GDEm
He never even gives me the time of day
[Verse 2]
Em
My grandpa before me
G
And his Grandpa before him
DEm
Been on this land for 150 years
Em
He’s charging more and offering less
G
He doesn’t lose any rest
D
Now we’re stretched so thin and
Em
We’re up to both our ears
[Chorus 2]
G
Now I feel like the dirt under his feet
D
Like the grain that’s left out to rot
C
Like the body under the sheet
GD
Or the one that they all forgot
G
I feel like dirt under his nails
D
He just scrapes me away
C
Like the ground under the bales
GDEm
He never even gives me the time of day