Chords for Darrell Scott - You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive - JUSTIFIED FINALE OST

_ _ _ In the deep [F] dark [C] hills of [G] Eastern Kentucky _ _
[D] That's the place where [F] I trace [Bb] my bloodline _
And it's there [F] I'll be on [C] a hillside [G] gravestone
_ [Bb] You'll never leave [A] the Harlem
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well my _ [F] granddad's dad walked [C] down Kettering's [G] Mountain
[Dm] And he asked Tully [F] Hilton to be his [Bb] bride
[A] Said won't you walk with [F] me
Out of [C] the mouth of [G] this holler
[Bb] We'll never [A] leave a Harlem [Dm] life
Where the sun comes [F] up _ _ [Bb]
about [F] ten in the morning
And the sun [Dm] goes down _ about three [A] in the day
And you fill [F] your cup with whatever [C] bitter brew you're [F] drinking
You [Dm] spend your life just [Eb] thinking of how to get away
_ [Dm] _ No one ever [F] knew there [C] was gold in [Bm] the mountains
Till [Dm] a man from [F] the Northeast [Bb] arrived
_ Waving hundred [F] dollar bills
He said [C] I'll pay you for your [Bm] mead rows
[Bb] But he never [A] left Harlem [Dm] alive
_ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [D] Well granny she sold [F] out cheap
And [C] they moved out west of [D] highland
To [Dm] a farm [F] where they were rich and land [Bb] with wine
_ And I think they danced [F] and went jigging
They [C] laughed and sang a [G] new song
Who [Bb] said we'll never [A] leave [Dm] Harlem alive _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [D] _ But times they [F] got hard
[Am] And tobacco wasn't selling
[Dm] And old granddad [F] knew what he'd do [Bb] to survive
Well he went and dug for [F] Harlem coal
[C] And sent the money back to granny
[Bb] But he never [A] left Harlem [D] alive
_ [Dm] Where the sun [F] comes up _ about ten in the morning
And the sun [Dm] goes down about three [Bb] in the day
And [F] you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you spend [Dm] your life [Dm] just thinking [Eb] of how to get [F] away
And the sun comes up _ about ten in the morning
And the [Dm] sun goes down about three [Bb] in the day
And you [F] fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking
And you [Dm] spend your life digging coal [Eb] from the bottom [D] of your grave
_ _ _ In the deep dark hills [A] of eastern [D] Kentucky
That's the place where I trace my [Bb]
bloodline
[A] _ _ [Dm] And it's there right on a hillside gravestone
[D] You will never leave Harlem alive
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