My Golden Hill
© by: Verne Garrison
January 27, 2006; Valley Park,  Mo.


My Golden Hill


(D) I can recall sitting on top of a wagon- load of ear corn
(G) On a cool November (D) day.
(A) After a heavy breakfast earlier that morn,
Workin’ hard to earn my (D) pay.

(D) Been going since four in the (G) morning
(A) Painted over-alls to shed the early (D) dew
Tossing golden ears of corn without (G) warning
(A) 	 Doing what I was born to (D) do.

(D) Half a mile corn rows, straight and (G) long
(A) Nobody around but me and the (D) mules.
(D) Shuckin ear after ear and singing my (G) song
(A) Nobody bothering me, or making new (D) rules.

(D) I am saying I’m on top of my golden (G) hill,
(A) Sitting here on my load of golden (D) corn
(D) To view the rolling prairie-when all is so (G) still
(A) I am thankful for this land, where I was (D) born.