Standard (EADGBE)
you'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love
Like little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubs
He had a blue-eyed merle
and loved an Indian girl
left alone in the warm wet fields in this corner of the world
you'll always eat bread if you always have seeds to sew
LIke old Zen Ben who lived with a murder of crows
He wore a crown of beans
And a belt of weeds
Slept alone in the warm wet fields on a bed of mustard seeds
We wont lose the beat if you just keep clappin your hands
Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped for the ruminant band
he had a broken lung
and a bit off tongue
left alone in the warm wet fields under moon and under sun