Ballad Of Copper Junction A Journeymans Lament

Jeffrey Foucault

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Tom:
D F D F D F D [Verse 1] My father laid the trees down
G D He broke them with his hands
G Last year he died and left me nothing
D G But this frame I fill A union card
F D And a pair of workman's hands [Verse 2] And I was brought up in the north of here
G In Copper Junction town
D Where there ain't no longer
G Any copper in the ground
D Just the reservation land
G Empty logging towns Paper mills
F D And drawers of hand me downs [Verse 3]
G In 1964, I was seventeen years old
D I got caught up in the draft
G I did like I was told
D And spent a pair of too long years
G Too young to be so old
D Well, it don't take too much sense
G Just to come in from the cold
D G Guess I never did
D I guess I never did [Verse 4] Back home it was the bottle
G Back to work with my old man
D But we didn't get on so good
G And it wasn't like we planned
D And the last I saw of him
G So drunk he couldn't stand
F D And that wagon's rolling empty [Verse 5] So I got myself cleaned up
G I was married for a while
D But that ring just kept on falling off
G And sometimes I wonder why
D But now it's years ago and faded From whiskey and from rye
G F D And I wonder if it matters [Instrumental]
D [Verse 6] My father laid the trees down
G He broke them with his hands
D And now I'm just like him
G I got nowhere left to stand
D And that wagon's rolling empty And I've got nothing but the frame I fill
G A union card
F D And a pair of workman's hands
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