Chords for Tyler Childers invited on stage by Ray Wylie Hubbard

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm going to sing a song.
Early in the morning when the sun goes high.
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Laying [F] on the bed with the child [C] eyes.
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Late in the evening when [Gm] the sun sinks low. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That's [F] about the time my roots will _
[Gm] close. _ _ _ _ _ _
I got women up in that horse creek. _ _ _ _ _
That [F] keep me going in my [C] engine plate.
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It's put me right in the heart of fret. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There [F] ain't been [Bb] one slow me down none [Gm] yet. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Get me a drink of that moonshine.
_ Get me higher than the grocery [Bb] bill.
[F] Take my [Gm] toes through the high wall.
[F] Go in the river and get [G] your fill.
We've been sipping [Gm] that cocaine.
_ _ [F] Ain't nothing [Gm] better when the wind cuts [Bb] cold.
[Gm] Lord it's a mighty hard living.
But [F] a damn good feeling to run these [Gm] roads. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I [Gm] got people trying to tell me to quit. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eat this [Bb] liver then you wind [G] up dead. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cast your [Gm] troubles on the floor. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You wind [C] up laying on the floor.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I got buddies that block my throat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And they [F] keep me [Bb] strutting when my feet [G] hang low. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Rock up whiskey gonna feed my pain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] And all this running [C] gonna keep me sane.
Get me a drink of that _ [G] moonshine.
[F] Get me higher than the grocery [Gm] bill.
Take my toes through the high wall.
[F] Go in the river and get your [Gm] fill.
We've been sipping that cocaine.
_ [F] Ain't nothing better when the wind [C] cuts cold.
Lord [Gm] it's a mighty hard living.
But a [F] damn good feeling [Bb] to run [G] these roads. _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Gm] When you lay me [G] in the cold on a [Gm] clay. _
_ _ _ _ Gonna [F] sing them hymns while the [C] band don't play.
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_ _ _ _ You tell them ladies about the art of my crown. _
_ _ _ _ But there [F] ain't been nothing ever held me [G] down. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] All men and women wore [C] shallow graves, same old blues.
_ And they [Gm] kept me drinking that _ [G] moonshine.
[F] Get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my toes through [G] the high wall.
[F] Go in the river and [G] get your fill.
[Gm] We've been sipping that [G] cocaine.
[F] Ain't nothing better when the wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard [Gm] living.
[F] But a damn good feeling [C] to run these [Gm] roads. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] It's a damn good [Bb] feeling to run these [Gm] roads. _
_ _ _ _ _ It's [F] a damn good feeling to run these roads.
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