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Stan Rogers - The Idiot - аккорды и текст, видео

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Stan Rogers - The Idiot - аккорды и текст, видео

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The Idiot
Stan Rogers
   This is one of my favorite songs from the Live in Halifax album. The lyrics strike close to home and it has a
great throbbing, knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal kind of rhythm. This coupled with Stan Rogers's voice makes an 
amazing song.
   From what I can tell based on this track most of the chords out there are slightly off, but I guess that may 
be just me. There are some fill lick/riff/things that I could not quite figure out, but they seem to be a
variation of the "Travis" picking pattern. From what I can figure it is something like this, (the strings change
based on the chord, but this should be the pattern):
E------------------
A----------0-------
D--0---0-----------
G------2-------2---
B------3-----3-----
e------2---------2-
   That could be very wrong, if anyone has anything better let me know! I believe it is also this or something
similar that is played for most of the song. In some places it can be heard clearly-(ish) and sounds more like 
this:
E------------------
A----------0-------
D--0---0-----------
G------2-----2-----
B------3-------3---
e------2---------2-
Also, Stan seems to use an odd tuning for most of his songs, but I could not tell if this was one of them, 
I tried to use it but couldn't make it work. His tuning is a variation of DADGAD and can be decently 
replicated as such. From what I can tell his exact tuning is: DADGBD.
   Anyway, with due apologies to my fellow Albertans and Ontarians, but no apologies to Morris Dancers, here is
my rendition of The Idiot by Stan Rogers.





Intro (D Chord)
------------------I-------------------I
------------------I-------------------I
--0---0---0-------I--0---0---0--------I
------------2-----I----------2--------I
--------------3---I----------3--------I
----------------2-I----------2--------I

Verse

D                   A          Bm              G             Bm
I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around.
   G                   D                                A
I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground.
    D               A         Bm              G                  Bm
Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound,
   G                      D                A      ( G )    D
I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town.

Verse

D                    A     Bm        G             Bm
I remember back six years ago, this Western life I chose.
      G              D                                    A
And every day, the news would say some factory's going to close.
         D                    A       Bm         G              Bm
Well, I could have stayed to take the Dole, but I'm not one of those.
        G                 D                A   ( G ) D
I take nothing free, and that makes me an idiot, I suppose.


Chorus

      G                   D            ( D/A )           A
So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see;
     G               D                          A
But work I must so I eat this dust and breathe refinery.
      D                       A        Bm            G                 Bm
Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams and I don't like cowboy clothes;
       G                   D                A         D
But I like being free and that makes me an idiot I suppose.

Break (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody)

D         A     Bm      G             Bm
G         D                           A
D         A     Bm      G             Bm
G         D             A             D

Verse

    D                       Bm                   G             Bm
So come all you fine young 'fellers who've been beaten to the ground.
      G                   D                                  A
This western life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down.
         D                                 A       Bm             G               Bm
Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green, and the hills are dirty brown,
         G                    D                  A                  D
But the government Dole will rot your soul back there in your home town.


Chorus

    G                   D              ( D/A )           A
So bid farewell to the Eastern town you never more will see.
         G                   D                         A
There's self-respect and a steady cheque in this refinery.
          D                     A        Bm                G                   Bm
You will miss the green and the woods and streams and the dust will fill your nose.
      G                  D                A          D
But you'll be free, and just like me, an idiot, I suppose
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