The Idiot chords by Stan Rogers

This is one of my favorite songs from the Live in Halifax album. The lyrics strike close to home and it has a
great throbbing, knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal kind of rhythm. This coupled with Stan Rogers's voice makes an
amazing song.
  From what I can tell based on this track most of the chords out there are slightly off, but I guess that may
be just me. There are some fill lick/riff/things that I could not quite figure out, but they seem to be a
variation of the "Travis" picking pattern. From what I can figure it is something like this, (the strings change
based on the chord, but this should be the pattern):
E------------------
A----------0-------
D--0---0-----------
G------2-------2---
B------3-----3-----
e------2---------2-
  That could be very wrong, if anyone has anything better let me know! I believe it is also this or something
similar that is played for most of the song. In some places it can be heard clearly-(ish) and sounds more like
this:
E------------------
A----------0-------
D--0---0-----------
G------2-----2-----
B------3-------3---
e------2---------2-
  Anyway, with due apologies to my fellow Albertans and Ontarians, but no apologies to Morris Dancers, here is
my rendition of The Idiot by Stan Rogers.

Intro (D Chord)
------------------I-------------------I
------------------I-------------------I
--0---0---0-------I--0---0---0--------I
------------2-----I----------2--------I
--------------3---I----------3--------I
----------------2-I----------2--------I

Verse

D          A     Bm       G       Bm
I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around.
  G          D                A
I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground.
  D        A     Bm       G         Bm
Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound,
  G           D        A   (G)  D
I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town.

Verse

D          A   Bm    G       Bm
I remember back six years ago, this Western life I chose.
   G       D                  A
And every day, the news would say some factory's going to close.
     D          A    Bm     G       Bm
Well, I could have stayed to take the Dole, but I'm not one of those.
    G         D        A  (G) D
I take nothing free, and that makes me an idiot, I suppose.


Chorus

   G          D      (D/A)      A
So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see;
   G        D             A
But work I must so I eat this dust and breathe refinery.
   D            A    Bm      G         Bm
Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams and I don't like cowboy clothes;
    G          D        A     D
But I like being free and that makes me an idiot I suppose.

Break (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody)

D     A   Bm   G       Bm
G     D              A
D     A   Bm   G       Bm
G     D       A       D

Verse

  D            Bm          G       Bm
So come all you fine young 'fellers who've been beaten to the ground.
   G          D                 A
This western life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down.
     D                 A    Bm       G        Bm
Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green, and the hills are dirty brown,
     G          D         A         D
But the government Dole will rot your soul back there in your home town.


Chorus

  G          D       (D/A)      A
So bid farewell to the Eastern town you never more will see.
     G          D             A
There's self-respect and a steady cheque in this refinery.
     D           A    Bm        G          Bm
You will miss the green and the woods and streams and the dust will fill your nose.
   G         D        A     D