The Who - Now Im A Farmer guitar chord

Now I'm A Farmer By The Who >From Odds & Sods, 1968, 1974 Written by Pete Townshend ©1974 Fabulous Music Ltd. ============== transcribed by litgo@aol.com ============== Capo on 3 Bb/C x(3)8766 F/C x(3)7565 G7/C x(3)576x Dm/C x(3)776(5) C/G 3x5553 G6 355453 [intro; pedal C (two guitars on record)] | Bb/C | F/C | G7/C Dm/C Dm/C | C(no3) | | Bb/C | F/C | G7/C F/C F/C | C | G I've got a spade and a pick-axe G C C Csus4 C C Csus4 And a hundred miles square of land to churn about G G My old horse is weary but sincerely C C Csus4 C C Csus4 I believe that he can pull a plough F F Well, I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble, C C To grow my own food G And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds G C F/C F/C F/C C 'til I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through [chorus] (E F F# G) G (G6) G (G6) C F/C C Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging (E F F# G) G (G6) G . (G6) C F/C C Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging Bb/C F/C G7/C Dm/C Dm/C C(no3) It's alarming how charming it is to be a- farming Bb/C F/C G7/C G7/C G7/C C How calming and balming the effect of the air Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn That stretched as far as the eye can see That's a whole lot of cornflakes, Near enough to feed New York 'til 1973 Cultivation is my station and the nation Buys my corn from me immediately And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea [repeat chorus] Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming How calming and balming the effect of the air [break] C C/G C C/G Now, look here, son The right thing to say Isn't necessarily what you want to say The right thing to do Isn't necessarily what you want to do The right thing to grow Ain't necessarily what you want to grow Your own happiness Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse And my hands are deeply grained Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing Just how lazily he took the strain Well, my pick and spade are rusty, Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare G It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming How calming and balming the effect of the air [second break] When you grow what I grow C C/G C C/G... Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants, hmm Potatoes, tomatoes, a ha, gourds... ============= litgo@aol.com