Apples In The Basket chords by Gordon Bok

Intro Am D G

Verse
                       C
The sun comes over the top of the hill
D                         G
Shines on the fields I've yet to till
   C         G/B          Am
My bones are weary, but I know I will
    G          C         D
And not just because you ask it

Verse
Em                   C
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
D                    G
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
C         G/B     Am
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
    D             G       Am   D
And apples in the basket

Verse
  G                         C
A house that's tight to the wind and snow
  D                       G               C
A barn that's full of the things we grow
      G/B        Am
Empty purse, but I don't owe
  G        C       D
A thing to any man living

Verse
  Em                  C
A woman warm, a woman kind
  D                   G
A woman who knows her own sweet mind
  C         G/B        Am
A woman who knows just what's behind
    D                    G      Am   D
The things that she's forgiven

Verse
        G               C
There's branches on the family tree
          D                 G
There's a boy, a girl and a baby's three
     C         G/B       Am
They look like her, they look like me
     G            C        D
Like folks that's dead and gone now

Verse
    Em                  C
But I don't care, we're all the same
        D                 G
There's none to bless and none to blame
      C        G/B    Am
We're doing it in the family's name
    D             G        Am   D
The work we carry on now

Verse
    G                        C
The old grey goose is on the wing
    D              G
But he'll be back again next spring
     C       G/B    Am
Each year we do the same old thing
        G        C          D
And the same old wheel goes spinning

Verse
         Em                  C
When the air is warm and the earth is sweet
        D                  G
And the good clean dirt is on our feet
    C      G/B    Am
The circle comes around complete
        D            G         Am   D
And the end is the beginning

Verse
    G                  C
The sun comes over the top of the hill
D                         G
Shines on the fields I've yet to till
   C         G/B          Am
My bones are weary, but I know I will
    G          C         D
And not just because you ask it

Verse
Em                   C
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
D                    G
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
C         G/B     Am
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
    D             G       Am   D   G
And apples in the basket