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Slaid Cleaves - Rust Belt Fields
## NOTE 1: D7sus2-Am-D7sus2-Am is a series of Hammer-Ons and Pull-Offs ##
##         on the A-string. Listen to the recording for the tempo.     ##
## NOTE 2: ~ = Walk-Down from C to Am                                  ##
CAPO: 4th Fret
INTRO: D7sus2-Am-D7sus2-Am   D7sus2  D7sus2-Am-D7sus2-Am   F   C
This is my town
           Am
Out in the rust belt fields
        F
We were banging out Buicks
          C
And Oldsmobiles
There was always a job
        Am
And the money was there
            F
Some say we got a little lazy
                 G
Nobody seemed to care
         Am
But they figured it out
         F
Sent the elbow grease
        C
Down to Mexico
                  Am
And off to the Chinese
CHORUS:
      F                                           C  ~ Am
And I learned a little something 'bout how things are
G                                                Am-D7sus2-C-Cmaj9/B-Am
No one remembers your name just for working hard
      C
Drove into the ground
          Am
'Til your factory's cold
          F
Then they tear it all down
                  C
And the parts get sold
Come the bankers now
        Am
Picking over the bones
      F
I got three more neighbours now
                    G
'Bout to lose their homes
            Am
'Cause they figured it out
         F
Sent the elbow grease
        C
Down to Mexico
                  Am
And off to the Chinese
CHORUS:
      F                                           C  ~ Am
And I learned a little something 'bout how things are
Dm                                          G
No one gets a bonus for bloody knuckles and scars
                                                Am
No one remembers your name just for working hard
INSTRUMENTAL: Dm   G   C   Am
          C
There's a casino boat
         Am
It's up around Boon
           F
Think I'll buy me a bottle
            C
And a motel room
Put all I have left
     Am
On a little black square
        F
Risk it all like the big boys
                  G
Like I don't even care
                  Am
They'll drive you into the ground
          F
'Til your engine's cold
            C
Call in the auctioneer
                 Am
As the banks foreclose
CHORUS:
      F                                           C  ~ Am
And I learned a little something 'bout how things are
Dm                                          G
No one gets a bonus for bloody knuckles and scars
                                              Am
No one remembers your name just for working hard