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Chords in this song5
Intro
Em A C Bm D x2
Verse
John Svenson was a farmer
He grew the Minnesota wheat
He rode there with his daughter
High upon the thresher's seat
They broke down on the hillside
The radiator spitting steam
Went back to get the tool box
So they could fix the old machine
Chorus
With a turn of the wrench, and a twist of the screw
We can fix the tractor, we can make it like new
Verse
But that day they got a letter
That said the power lines would come
Right across their farmland
Right across the setting sun
So they gathered all the family
And talked late into the night
We cannot let them do this
We've got to put up one hell of a fight
Chorus
With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench) , and a twist of the screw (twist of the screw)
We'll apply a little pressure,(apply a little pressure) and we'll see what that will do
Verse
So they phoned one hundred farmers
And drove to the Twin Cities
Met there with the Governor
And they sued the utility
But after writing all the letters
And paying all the legal costs
To the power of the city
Once again the farmers lost
Bridge
And in the still of the evening the wind is all you hear
I watch the waves on the wheat fields alone
I walk the furrows of earth I plant year after year
This is stolen land (this is stolen land) this is their home (this is their home)
Verse
So they met there at the tavern
But there wasn't much to say
The power lines may come, but they will not stay
Chorus
With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench), and a twist of the screw (twist of a screw)
What was once put together (once put together), we can easily undo
Verse
With bandannas on their faces
Careful not to make sound
They loosened all the bolts
That held the towers to the ground
And several weeks later, with nobody around
The Minnesota wind blew tower after tower down
Chorus
With a turn of the wrench (turn of the wrench), and a twist of the screw (twist of a screw)
What was once put together (once put together), we can easily undo
Bridge
And in the still of the evening the wind is all you hear
I watch the waves on the wheat fields alone
I walk the furrows of earth I plant year after year
This is stolen land (this is stolen land) this is their home (this is their home)
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