John - Beauty Queen Sister - 2011
(words & music by Emily Saliers)
capo on third fret, standard tuning
[G]John knows to prune the crepe myrtles[D]
[F]Before it is their season[Em]
[G]Before the weather freezes[D]
[F]He blows the pipe lines clean[Em]
[Em]He worked for [C]the fire department[G][D]
[Am]Until his i[D]njury
[G]Now he puts out the fires[D]
[Am]For the girl from the [D]city[G]
His family's from these parts
Before the white men got there
Grows field corn on his lot
Keeps the road and dead trees cleared
[Em]He leaves a p[C]ile of brushw[G]ood[D]
[Em]For me to bur[C]n, it burns so pret[G]ty[D]
John's work is never done
Helping the girl out from the city
[Bm]His mama goes to the local Ba[C]ptist church[G]
[Bm]His daddy's buri[C]ed there[G]
[Bm]His daddy did tw[C]o tours of duty[D]
As a[Em] gunner in the war[C]
And w[F]as the first
To greet and treat me like a nei[Em]ghbor
John brings the country to me
The girl from the city
John knows that he could make a killing
Selling rights to fish the trout
To rich city men who come in
Grilling and swilling
So he'd rather do without
Still he opens up the gates for me
Atlanta groceries in my SUV
Doesn't take to waste or finery
But takes the girl in from the city
His mama goes to the local Baptist churc
His daddy's buried there
His daddy did two tours of duty
As a gunner in the war
And was the first
To greet and treat me like a neighbor
John brings the country to me
The girl from the city
And he kindly tolerates
The wanderer in me
Who wishes she were from
Somewhere she would rather be
Planting tender shoots
Along a rushing stream
Welt everybody has a dream
The girl from the city
(words & music by Emily Saliers)
capo on third fret, standard tuning
[G]John knows to prune the crepe myrtles[D]
[F]Before it is their season[Em]
[G]Before the weather freezes[D]
[F]He blows the pipe lines clean[Em]
[Em]He worked for [C]the fire department[G][D]
[Am]Until his i[D]njury
[G]Now he puts out the fires[D]
[Am]For the girl from the [D]city[G]
His family's from these parts
Before the white men got there
Grows field corn on his lot
Keeps the road and dead trees cleared
[Em]He leaves a p[C]ile of brushw[G]ood[D]
[Em]For me to bur[C]n, it burns so pret[G]ty[D]
John's work is never done
Helping the girl out from the city
[Bm]His mama goes to the local Ba[C]ptist church[G]
[Bm]His daddy's buri[C]ed there[G]
[Bm]His daddy did tw[C]o tours of duty[D]
As a[Em] gunner in the war[C]
And w[F]as the first
To greet and treat me like a nei[Em]ghbor
John brings the country to me
The girl from the city
John knows that he could make a killing
Selling rights to fish the trout
To rich city men who come in
Grilling and swilling
So he'd rather do without
Still he opens up the gates for me
Atlanta groceries in my SUV
Doesn't take to waste or finery
But takes the girl in from the city
His mama goes to the local Baptist churc
His daddy's buried there
His daddy did two tours of duty
As a gunner in the war
And was the first
To greet and treat me like a neighbor
John brings the country to me
The girl from the city
And he kindly tolerates
The wanderer in me
Who wishes she were from
Somewhere she would rather be
Planting tender shoots
Along a rushing stream
Welt everybody has a dream
The girl from the city
