INTRO:
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F C G Gm Bb C G
verse 1
F G
Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green
F G
Some say it's a treasure, but it turns some others mean
F C G Bb F G
There's a place in California as the logging people know
F C G Bb C G
Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so
verse 2
F G
Felling and refining it requires an able team
F G
Flywheel blades a whining while the whistle blows its steam
F C G Bb F G
There's a place in California as the logging people know
F C G Bb C G
Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so
Instrumental
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G F G
BRIDGE
F C G
As the sweat pours off my brow line
Bb F G
And the dust does make me choke
F C G
See the trees all turn to pasture
Bb C G
And the logs all turn to smoke
F C G Bb F G
There's a place in California as the logging people know
F C G Bb C G Bb C G
Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so
Bb C G
The sawmill made it so