Artist: David Mallett
[INTRO]
[G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D]
[VERSE]
There's an [G]old horse in the pasture,
And [C]just like me he's [D]seen his better [G]days.
Well he [G]sniffs the air this mornin',
And his [C]eyes take on an [D]old familiar [G]glaze.
He [G]kicks his heels, [D]throws his head,
An' [C]looks right at me like I understood.
That it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[VERSE]
There's a [G]bullfrog in the bog behind my [C]house,
And he'll be [D]makin' such a [G]sound.
[G]Along late in the afternoon,
[C]Right up 'till the [D]evening sun goes [G]down.
And he's happy to be livin' in a [C]world,
Of fiddleheads and rotten [C]wood.
And it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
Greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]seed, comin' right [C]on time.
Up across the [G]field, up into the [D]wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[INTERLUDE]
[C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Well I [G]work all day in the garden,
This [C]time of year there's [D]just too much to [G]do.
But there's a [G]fishin' pole in the corner,
And it's [C]strung up with a [D]line as fine as [G]dew.
Tomorrow [G]there'll be [D]lots of time,
To [C]do the million things I know I [G]should.
But it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
Greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]weed, every little [C]vine.
Where the open [G]field, gives way to [D]the wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
It's greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]seed, comin' right [C]on time.
Up across the [G]field, up into the [D]wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[END]
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[VERSE]
There's an [G]old horse in the pasture,
And [C]just like me he's [D]seen his better [G]days.
Well he [G]sniffs the air this mornin',
And his [C]eyes take on an [D]old familiar [G]glaze.
He [G]kicks his heels, [D]throws his head,
An' [C]looks right at me like I understood.
That it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[VERSE]
There's a [G]bullfrog in the bog behind my [C]house,
And he'll be [D]makin' such a [G]sound.
[G]Along late in the afternoon,
[C]Right up 'till the [D]evening sun goes [G]down.
And he's happy to be livin' in a [C]world,
Of fiddleheads and rotten [C]wood.
And it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
Greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]seed, comin' right [C]on time.
Up across the [G]field, up into the [D]wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[INTERLUDE]
[C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Well I [G]work all day in the garden,
This [C]time of year there's [D]just too much to [G]do.
But there's a [G]fishin' pole in the corner,
And it's [C]strung up with a [D]line as fine as [G]dew.
Tomorrow [G]there'll be [D]lots of time,
To [C]do the million things I know I [G]should.
But it's [G]springtime in the country,
And the [D]pasture grass is greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
Greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]weed, every little [C]vine.
Where the open [G]field, gives way to [D]the wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[CHORUS]
It's greenin' up real [C]good, lookin' mighty [D]fine,
Every little [G]seed, comin' right [C]on time.
Up across the [G]field, up into the [D]wood,
It's greenin' up real [G]good.
[END]
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