patrick russell chords and lyrics - TOM RUSSELL

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

[Verse 1]
[G]
[C]I've led a Christia[G]n lif[C]e[G][C][D]
[C]I sit here in New Hampton,
the year [D]is 1910
[G]Looking back from [C]Iowa
towards Mother Ireland.
[D]I w[C]as [G]born in Templemore
[C]in [D]182[G]5
Recalled a happy [C]boyhood [G]un
[C]til my mother [D]died
[C]Starvation crept [G]across the land,
[C]America's our [D]dream
[G]Six cruel weeks on [C]stormy seas aboard
[D]the ship [G]Tyrene.
American primitive [C]man,
[D]in an Ame[G]rican primitive[C] lan[D]d
[G]I washed my face in a [Em]frying [C]pan,
[G]American [D]primitive [G]man.
At last we docked in [C]old Quebec,
[G]the Eng[C]lish offered far[D]m and gro[G]und
But we'd lived too long under [C]English [G]rule,
to [C]United States we're [D]bound[C]
By train and then by [G]cattle boat,
aw [C]the filth down in that [D]hold
[G]We landed in [C]Mil[G]wal
[C]kee, trekked [D]200 miles [G]or more
[D]A sack of new potatoe[G]s
[D]was carried by each man[G]
[D]Four spades for[G] cultivation
[D]we'd brought from Irelan[G]d
[A]We worked at splitting rai[D]lroad ties,
bought [A]one old milking [D]cow
[A]A quarter section unc[D]leared land,
two [A]oxen and [D]a plough
[G]At night we heard the wol[C]ves howl on
our newly [D]purchased [G]farm
And starving lads from the [C]civil
[G]war took [C]shelter in our [D]barn.
[C]The Larsens and the[G] Cooneys, the
[C]Russells [D]the [G]Molloys
We tilled the soil of [C]Iowa and grew
a spate of [D]girls [G]and boys.
American primitive [C]man,
[D]in an Ame[G]rican primitive lan[C]d[D]
A [G]whiskey still in an oatmeal can[C],
[G]American [D]primitive [G]man
I'm an American [D]primitive

[Outro 1]
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