Family Farm.

 This is my interpretation of this great song. 
Please let  me know of any changes that need to 
be done and i will change. This is in a different
key to the cd, I think that it starts in E but 
couldn't figure out all the chords,
if anyone nows them i will put it in the original key.
HAPPY PICKING

G 	   D 	  	 C 	       D       G
I rode the boundries of our place, for the very last time
        G 	 D          C 
I was leaving for Sydney on the mail train,
    D         G  D C D
I'd made up my mind.
Em         D            C     D       G   D C D
Dad died in June I'd never seen my mother so frail,
Am                        C
Three months later we had to put,
 	  D         G
The family farm up for sale.


There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
         C 	              D
Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
        Em        D 	   C
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
 	  	    D     G
In my memories of the Family Farm.

    G          D           C      D           G
No horses, no valleys, no crossings, no Hinterland streams
       G 	  D         C 	 
Just a heart full of song, a guitar, 
       D            G
And a swag full of dreams.
      Em         D             C     D       G
In my dark little room i'd scratch out my letters to mum,
     Am                    C 	     D         G  
And apart of me drifted back north, with every single one.


There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
         C 	              D
Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
        Em        D        C
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
 	  	    D      G
In my memories of the Family Farm.

G            D          C      D 	  	  G   
We laid mum to rest next to dad, the year the farm was sold.
G      	          D        C        D          G
months turned to years as i followed the call of the road
      Em 	  D         C 	      D           G
I was just passing through as i saw, that real estate sign
Am 	        	     C               D        G   
That very day i put my name on what had always been mine.


There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
        C 	  	    D
Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
       Em         D        C
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
                      D     G
In my memories of the Family Farm.
        Em        D        C
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
                       D    G
In my memories of the Family Farm.