INTRO G-C-G-D-Em-C-G
WELL THE
PEOPLE IN THE CITY HATE THE
PEOPLE IN THE
FIELD
PEOPLE IN THE VALLEY HATE THE
PEOPLE ON THE
HILL
AND
I’VE BEEN HEARING SOME SHOOTIN’ SO
FAR NOBODY BEEN
KILLED
PEOPLE DON’T SEEM TO WANNA
GET ALONG WONDER
IF THEY EVER
WILL
CHORUS
PEOPLE WON’T YOU COME TOG
ETHER WE’VE
ALL GOT TO LIVE AS
ONE
I AIN’T RIGHT SURE
WHAT THAT MEANS BUT DON’T YOU
RECKON IT SOUNDS LIKE
FUN
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR
PICNIC LUNCH AND
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR GU
N
’CAUSE YOU CAN’T
TRUST NO
ONE
[G-D-G]
WELL
I NEVER KEPT MY DOORS LOCKED UP
LET MY STOCK RUN
FREE
I WAS
ROUNDING UP MY HOGS LAST WEEK AND I WAS
MISSING TWO OR
THREE
IT KINDA HURT MY FEELINGS THAT SOME
BODY WOULD STEAL FROM
ME
THEY’D JUST COME AND
ASK ME WELL I’D
GIVE ‘EM ONE FOR
FREE
CHORUS
PEOPLE WON’T YOU COME TOG
ETHER WE’VE
ALL GOT TO LIVE AS
ONE
I AIN’T RIGHT SURE
WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I
RECKON IT SOUNDS LIKE
FUN
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR
PICNIC LUNCH AND
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR GU
N
’CAUSE YOU CAN’T
TRUST NO
ONE
[G-D-C-Em-D-C]
CAME
HOME FROM THE TOWN HALL MEETING HATE TO
SAY IT DIDN’T GO SO
WELL
FINALLY
TOLD ‘EM ALL I WAS GOING HOME AND
THEY COULD ALL GO TO
HELL
I
TOOK MY CHILDREN IN MY ARMS GONNA
KEEP ‘EM CLOSE TO
ME
THE
WORLD JUST KEEPS ON
CHANGIN’ I
DON’T LIKE WHAT I
SEE
NOW THE
CITY’S BURNT TO ASHES THE
FIELDS ARE STILL ON
FIRE
THE
VALLEY’S DARK AND LONESOME THE
HILLS ARE COLD AND
BARE
A
LOT OF FOLKS ARE GIVIN’ IN A
LOT OF FOLKS ARE
GONE
OTHER FOLKS ARE
DIGGIN’ IN
TRYIN’ TO CARRY
ON
CHORUS
PEOPLE WON’T YOU COME TOG
ETHER WE’VE
ALL GOT TO LIVE AS
ONE
I AIN’T RIGHT SURE WH
AT THAT MEANS BUT I
RECKON IT SOUNDS LIKE
FUN
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR
PICNIC LUNCH AND
EVERYBODY PACK YOUR G
UN
’CAUSE YOU CAN’T TR
UST NO
ONE
NO
YOU CAN’T
TRUST NO
ONE
NO
YOU CAN’T
TRUST NO
ONE
