Patrick Russell chords

[INTRO]
[A] [D] [A] [D] [A]

[VERSE]
My name is Patrick Russell, I've [D]led a Christian [A]life
I speak of family [D]history as it's transcribed by my [E]wife
I sit [D]here in New [A]Hampton, the [D]year is nineteen [E]ten
[A]Looking back from [E]Iowa towards [D]mother Ire[E]land [A]

[VERSE]
I was born in Templemore in [D]eighteen twenty-[A]five
Recalled a happy [D]boyhood until my mother [E]died [D]
Starvation crept a[A]cross the land, A[D]merica's our [E]dream
[A]Six cruel [E]weeks on [D]stormy seas aboard the [E]ship Ty[A]rene

[CHORUS]
American [E]primitive [D]man [E]
In an A[A]merican [E]primitive [D]land [E]
I [A]washed my [E]face in a [A]frying [D]pan
A[A]merican [E]primitive [A]man

[VERSE]
At last we docked in old Quebec, the Eng[D]lish offered farming [A]ground
But we'd lived too long under English rule, to U[D]nited States we're [E]bound [D]
By train and then by [A]cattle boat, ah, the [D]filth down in that [E]hold [A]
We landed [E]in Mil[D]waukee, trekked two hundred [E]miles or [A]more [E]

[BRIDGE]
A sack of new po[A]tatoes[E] was carried by each [A]man [E]
Four spades for culti[A]vation,[E] we'd brought from Ire[A]land [B7]
We worked at splitting [E]railroad ties, bought [B7]one old milking [E]cow [B7]
A quarter section [E]uncleared land, two [B7]oxen and a [E]plough [A]

[VERSE]
At night we heard the wolves howl on [D]our newly purchased [A]farm
And starving lads from the civil war took [D]shelter in our [E]barn [D]
The Larsens and the [A]Cooneys, the [D]Russells, the Mol[E]loys [A]
We tilled the [E]soil of [D]Iowa and grew a [E]spate of girls and [A]boys

[CHORUS]
American [E]primitive [D]man [E]
In an A[A]merican [E]primitive [D]land [E]
A [A]whiskey [E]still in an [A]oatmeal [D]can
A[A]merican [E]primitive [A]man
I'm an American [E]primitive [A]man