Well after a few years, This is how I play it now.

Don

GENERATIONS OF CHANGE By Matt Armour

(G,C,D,G)

M(G)y faither was a bai(C)ley on a we(G)e fairm at Cap(D)ely
He wor(G)ked on the la(C)nd all the da(G)ys o' his li(D)fe
By the ti(G)me he made sec(C)ond he ay(G)e said he recko(D)ned
He'd plou(G)ghed near on ha(C)lf o' the ea(G)st nuke(D) of Fi(G)fe.
He'd fe(D)e'd on at Rambuston, Craw(G)hill and Clephington
Tambo and Cornby and Big Rennie hi(D)ll
At Kin(G)gsbarns he mar(C)ried, at Bow(G)hills he's bur(D)ied
But ma(G)n had he liv(C)ed, he'd be plou(G)ghin' o(D)n st(G)ill

For those days were his days, those ways were his ways (G,C,G,D)
To follow the plough while his back was still strong   (G,C,G,D)
But those days have past, and the time came at last    (G,C,G,D)
For the weakness of age to make way for the young.    (G,C,G,D,G)