Walking Through a Wasted Land Richard Thompson
Walking Through a Wasted Land, by Richard Thompson, from Across a Crowded
Room
[A]I'm walking through a was[G]ted [D]land
[A]The softs are conc[G]rete and [D]busk
[A]Whatever happened [G]to this [D]country
[F#m]Where is the [E]hand you can [D]trust
[D]Walk [E]Down, [D]Walk [E]Down, [D]Walk [E]Down
I remember when the farmer was ashamed
If he never put his hand to a plow
You can buy a lot of shame with your money
he'd riding in a limousine now
Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down
Now sweat is the name of this town
It's an ugly old dirty old disgrace
And now that the steel's shut down
It's steel puts the sweat in a man's face
Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down
Now I should have a break like you
But somebody stepped off the ditch
Heads are gonna roll someday
If we ever get this yoke off our necks.
Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down
Solo
Well I'm walking through a wasted land
I'm walking through a wasted land
Where is the future we planned?
I'm walking through a wasted land
Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down
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