The Ruminant Band

D you’ll always have smokes G if you always give buckets of love D like little sad tad who was living G on beetles and grubs Bm he had a blue - eyed merle D and loved an indian girl Em lived alone in the warm wet fields D in this corner of the world D you’ll always eat bread G if you always have seeds to sow D like old zen ben who lived G with a murder of crows Bm he wore a crown of beans D and a belt of weeds Em slept alone in the warm wet fields D on a bed of mustard seed guitar Solo D you won’t lose the beat if you just keep G clapping your hands D like sweet sweet pete who clapped G for the ruminant band Bm he had a broken lung D and a bit - off tongue Em lived alone in the warm wet fields D under moon and the sun D under moon and the sun!