Dollard Marlowe Wayne Rostad
[D]Dollard Marlowe doesn?t live on the Kaywood Road anymo[G]re[D]
They took him to the City to a [C]government old age home[A]
[D]All of us eventually will w[G]ither and grow old[D]
Dollard Marlowe doesn?t [C]live on the Kaywood Road anymore[D]
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[D]The wood pile by the back shed, the work of his wi[G]thered hands[D]
Home built of local pine, wh[C]en he was a young man[A]
Now they got hi[D]m in that city compound ?til he breathes no[G] more[D]
I wonder if he?d rather [C]die along the Kaywood Road[D] [D7]
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Last sum[G]mer, Dollard shared a pot of Stag Creek countr[C]y tea[G]
[D]He poured himself a shaky cup, then one for Billy and me[A]
In le[G]aving, we promised him we?d come again for[D] sure
But Dollard Marlowe doesn?t live[C] on the Kaywood Road anymore[D]
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[D]Progress teaches all of us, we must pay[G] its price[D]
Electric lights are practica[C]l, but a lantern sure is nice[A]
Don?t tru[D]st your neighbour out of fear that he might get yo[G]u first[D]
And don?t dare die until yo[C]u?ve checked with the city officials first[D] [D7]
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[G]Dollard now is crying out for the only life he[C] knows[G]
[D]Cursing modern progress that took away his home[A]
But o[G]ne day soon his soul will come back to that cabin door[D]
And stare upon the pavement the[C]y?ve laid on the Kaywood Road[D]
No, Do[D]llard Marlowe doesn?t li[C]ve on that dusty road anymore[D]
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