Harvest Time
Lonesome River Band
transcribed by Logan Gibbons
Capo 4
1. C[G]ool and cloudy n[D]ights upon Boll M[C]ountain, Ala[G]bama
2. Flashing through my mind was Big Homer's reputation
4. The clouds rolled by and then I saw the shadow of a lady
1. I was stealing corn from H[D]omer Lawson's F[G]ield
2. A man who really didn't give a damn
4. It was Homer's lovely daughter Julie Ann
1. The r[G]attle of the c[D]ornstalks and the b[C]ark of Homer's h[G]ound dog
2. They say he shot ol' Mountain Joe for just one ear of corn
4. I smelled the perfume in her hair as she sat down beside me
1. Made me hug the g[D]round and lie dead st[G]ill
2. And laughed the day they laid him in the ground
4. Whispered "Papa's running moonshine again"
3. Well,[C] I can hear the breaking of the s[G]ticks from someone's footsteps
5. I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
3. But [G]shaky legs just c[D]an't get up and r[G]un
5. And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field
3. And [C]as I lay there breathless, the n[G]ext thing I expected
5. I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
3. Was a b[G]last of Hell from H[D]omer Lawson's g[G]un
5. And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field
Lonesome River Band
transcribed by Logan Gibbons
Capo 4
1. C[G]ool and cloudy n[D]ights upon Boll M[C]ountain, Ala[G]bama
2. Flashing through my mind was Big Homer's reputation
4. The clouds rolled by and then I saw the shadow of a lady
1. I was stealing corn from H[D]omer Lawson's F[G]ield
2. A man who really didn't give a damn
4. It was Homer's lovely daughter Julie Ann
1. The r[G]attle of the c[D]ornstalks and the b[C]ark of Homer's h[G]ound dog
2. They say he shot ol' Mountain Joe for just one ear of corn
4. I smelled the perfume in her hair as she sat down beside me
1. Made me hug the g[D]round and lie dead st[G]ill
2. And laughed the day they laid him in the ground
4. Whispered "Papa's running moonshine again"
3. Well,[C] I can hear the breaking of the s[G]ticks from someone's footsteps
5. I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
3. But [G]shaky legs just c[D]an't get up and r[G]un
5. And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field
3. And [C]as I lay there breathless, the n[G]ext thing I expected
5. I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
3. Was a b[G]last of Hell from H[D]omer Lawson's g[G]un
5. And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field
