Patrick Russell Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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My [G]name is Patrick Russell

[Verse 1]
[G]
[C]I have led a C[G]hristian life
[C]I s[G]peak of family hist[C]ory
As it's transcribed by my wife
[D]I s[C]it here in New Hampton
The year is 1910
[D]Looking bac[G]k fro[C]m Iowa[D][C][G]
I was born in Temple Moor
[C]in [D]1825[G]
Recall a happy [C]boyhood un
[G]til [C]my mother die[D]d
Starva[C]tion crept [G]across the land
[C]America's our [D]dream.
[G]Six cruel weeks on [C]stormy seas
aboard the ship [D]Tyrene.[G]
American primitive man
[C]in [D]an Ame[G]rican primitive lan[C]d.
[D]I was[G]h my face in a fry[Em]ing pan[C].
Amer[G]ican prim[D]itive [G]man.
At last we docked in [C]old Quebec
[G]The [C]English offered [D]farm [G]and ground
But we lived too long under [C]English rule
[G]To Uni[C]ted States we're bou[D]nd
[C]By train and then by cat[G]tle boat
All the [C]filth down in that [D]hole
[G]We landed in [C]Milwaukee,[G]
[C]trekked two hundred [D]miles or [G]more
[D]A sack of new potatoes
[G]was[D] carried by each man[G]
[D]Four spades for cultiva[G]tion
[D]we brought from Meyer[G]land
[A]We worked at splittin' rail[D]road ties,
bought [A]one old milkin' [D]cow
[A]A quarter section unc[D]leared land,
two [A]oxen and a [D]plow
[G]At night we heard the [C]wolves howl
on our newly [D]purchased [G]farm
And starving lads from the [C]Civil War
[G]took [C]shelter in our [D]barn
[C]The Larsons and the [G]Coonies,
the [C]Russells, the Mal[D]loys
[G]We tilled the soil of [C]Iowa
and grew a spate of [D]girls [G]and boys
American Primitive Man
[C]In [D]an Ame[G]rican Primitive Lan[C]d
[D]A w[G]hiskey still in an oatmeal c[C]an
Amer[G]ican Prim[D]itive Man
[G]I'm an American Primiti[D]ve

[Outro 1]
Man
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