Chords for Molly Durnin sings “Whitehouse Road” by Tyler Childers
Tempo:
84.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
[G]
[C] [G]
[G] Early in the morning when the sun goes bright [C] Layin' in bed with [G] birdshot eyes
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low [C] That's about when my rooster [G] crows
Like I'm wind up down this creek They [C] keep me runnin' my [G] engine clean
Run me raggedy, I don't fret There [C] ain't been dirt to slow me down, none [G] yet
[C]
[G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give [C] me a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the [F] high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts cold
[G] It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] I got peeped right at ten in the red You [F] keep [C] this a-lickin', you'll end up [G] dead
Cast your troubles up the Lord, oh Lord [F] I [C] am not a-coolin' [G] bore
But I got buddies up at White House Road Keep [F]
me [C] struttin', my feet hang [G] low
A rye-cooked whiskey's gonna ease my pain [C] All this runnin' is gonna keep [G] me sane
[C] [G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the high [F] wall Throw me in [C] the river and get your [G] fill
Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing goes [C] better when the wind [G] cuts cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
So
[C] [G] when you lay in the cold, hot clay [C] Sing them hymns when the [G] banjo plays
And tell those ladies they ought not frown Cause [C] nothin's ever slowed me [G] down
[C]
Oh Lord, my man, my woman's day Sing them blues just a different day
[G] Oh give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery bag
[G] Take my troubles to the high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts [G] cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run these [G] roads
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
[G]
[G]
[C] [G]
[G] Early in the morning when the sun goes bright [C] Layin' in bed with [G] birdshot eyes
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low [C] That's about when my rooster [G] crows
Like I'm wind up down this creek They [C] keep me runnin' my [G] engine clean
Run me raggedy, I don't fret There [C] ain't been dirt to slow me down, none [G] yet
[C]
[G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give [C] me a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the [F] high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts cold
[G] It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] I got peeped right at ten in the red You [F] keep [C] this a-lickin', you'll end up [G] dead
Cast your troubles up the Lord, oh Lord [F] I [C] am not a-coolin' [G] bore
But I got buddies up at White House Road Keep [F]
me [C] struttin', my feet hang [G] low
A rye-cooked whiskey's gonna ease my pain [C] All this runnin' is gonna keep [G] me sane
[C] [G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the high [F] wall Throw me in [C] the river and get your [G] fill
Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing goes [C] better when the wind [G] cuts cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
So
[C] [G] when you lay in the cold, hot clay [C] Sing them hymns when the [G] banjo plays
And tell those ladies they ought not frown Cause [C] nothin's ever slowed me [G] down
[C]
Oh Lord, my man, my woman's day Sing them blues just a different day
[G] Oh give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery bag
[G] Take my troubles to the high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts [G] cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A [C] damn good feelin' to run these [G] roads
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] Early in the morning when the sun goes bright _ _ [C] Layin' in bed with [G] birdshot eyes
_ _ Late in the evening when the sun sinks low _ _ _ [C] That's about when my rooster [G] crows
_ Like I'm wind up down this creek They [C] keep me runnin' my [G] engine clean
Run me raggedy, I don't fret There _ [C] ain't been dirt to slow me down, none [G] yet
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give [C] me a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the [F] high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts cold
[G] It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] I got peeped right at ten in the red You [F] keep [C] this a-lickin', you'll end up [G] dead _ _
Cast your troubles up the Lord, oh Lord _ _ [F] I [C] am not a-coolin' [G] bore _ _
But I got buddies up at White House Road Keep [F]
me [C] struttin', my feet hang [G] low _ _
A rye-cooked whiskey's gonna ease my pain _ _ [C] All this runnin' is gonna keep [G] me sane _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the high [F] wall Throw me in [C] the river and get your [G] fill
Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing goes [C] better when the wind [G] cuts cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A _ [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
So _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] when you lay in the cold, hot clay _ _ _ [C] Sing them hymns when the [G] banjo plays
_ _ And tell those ladies they ought not frown Cause _ _ [C] nothin's ever slowed me [G] down
_ _ _ [C] _ _
Oh Lord, my man, my woman's day Sing them blues just a different day
[G] Oh give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery bag
[G] Take my troubles to the high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts [G] cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A _ damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
_ _ A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
_ A [C] damn good feelin' to run these [G] roads
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] Early in the morning when the sun goes bright _ _ [C] Layin' in bed with [G] birdshot eyes
_ _ Late in the evening when the sun sinks low _ _ _ [C] That's about when my rooster [G] crows
_ Like I'm wind up down this creek They [C] keep me runnin' my [G] engine clean
Run me raggedy, I don't fret There _ [C] ain't been dirt to slow me down, none [G] yet
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give [C] me a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the [F] high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts cold
[G] It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] I got peeped right at ten in the red You [F] keep [C] this a-lickin', you'll end up [G] dead _ _
Cast your troubles up the Lord, oh Lord _ _ [F] I [C] am not a-coolin' [G] bore _ _
But I got buddies up at White House Road Keep [F]
me [C] struttin', my feet hang [G] low _ _
A rye-cooked whiskey's gonna ease my pain _ _ [C] All this runnin' is gonna keep [G] me sane _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] So give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery [G] bag
Take my troubles to the high [F] wall Throw me in [C] the river and get your [G] fill
Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing goes [C] better when the wind [G] cuts cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
A _ [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
So _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] when you lay in the cold, hot clay _ _ _ [C] Sing them hymns when the [G] banjo plays
_ _ And tell those ladies they ought not frown Cause _ _ [C] nothin's ever slowed me [G] down
_ _ _ [C] _ _
Oh Lord, my man, my woman's day Sing them blues just a different day
[G] Oh give me a seat till that moon shine Give me [C] a yacht and a grocery bag
[G] Take my troubles to the high wall Throw [C] me in the river and get your fill
[G] Cause we been sniffin' that yoke cane Nothing [C] goes better when the wind cuts [G] cold
It's loaded, it's a mighty hard livin' But a damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
A _ damn [C] good feelin' to run these [G] roads
_ _ A [C] damn good feelin' to run [G] these roads
_ A [C] damn good feelin' to run these [G] roads
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