Chords for Tyler Childers | White House Road

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[C] _ [G] Early in the morning when the sun does rise, _
_ [F] laying in [C] the bed with bloodshot [G] eyes. _ _
_ Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, _ _
_ [F] that's about the [C] time my roots are [G] closed. _ _
I got women up and down this creek, _ _ [F] every evening [C] going at my engine [G] clean. _ _
Run me ragged but I [C] don't [G] fret, _ _ [F] there ain't been one [C] to slow me down none [G] yet. _ _
Get me drinking that [F] moonshine, get me [C] out in the grocery [G] bill, take my trouble to the high wall,
[F] throw them in the river [C] and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [F] ain't nothing better
[C] when the wind cuts cold.
[G] Lord it's a mighty hard living, [F] but a damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[G] I got people to tell me red, _ _ [F] keep this living [C] and you'll wind up [G] dead. _ _
Cast your troubles on the Lord of War, _ _ [F] wind up [C] laying on coal and [G] pork. _ _
But I got buddies up White House Road, _ _ [F] they'll keep me sweating [C] when the feet hang [G] low. _ _
Rock up with you gonna ease my pain, _ _ [F] and all this [C] running's gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, [F] get me higher [C] than the grocery bill, [G] take my trouble to the high wall,
[F] throw them in the [C] river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [F] ain't nothing [C] better
when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, [F] but a damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[F] It's a damn good feeling [C] to run these [G] roads. _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] When you let me in the cold hard clay,
_ _ [D] won't sing [Em] them hymns while the banjo plays.
_ _ You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown,
_ _ [F] cause there ain't been nothing [B] ever held me down.
_ _ [C] All men and women are shallow, gray, same old blues.
_ [G] Get me drinking that moonshine, [F] get me higher [C] than the grocery bill, [G] take my troubles to the high wall,
[F] throw them in the river [C] and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [F] ain't nothing better
[C] when the wind cuts cold.
[G] Lord it's a mighty hard living, [F] but a damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[F] It's a damn good [C] feeling to run these roads.
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[F] It's a damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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