Whitehouse Road (Live) Chords
Tempo:
57.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Gm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G]
Early in the morning when the sun does rise, laying in the bed with bloodshot eyes.
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, that's about the time my rooster crows.
I got women up and down this creek, [D] and they keep me going and my engine [G] clean.
Run me ragged but I don't fret, [Dm] cause there ain't been one slow me down none [G] yet.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [F] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, ain't [C] nothing better when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard life, [D] but damn good feeling to run these [G] roads.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] I got people trying to tell me, Red, [F] keep this [C] a living and you'll wind up [G] dead.
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords, this keep gonna ease my pain.
And all this [C] running's gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [D] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when the [G] wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but [D] a damn good feeling to run these roads.
[G] It's [C] a damn good feeling to run [D] these roads.
[G] When you lay me in the cold hard clay, [Gm] won't you sing them hymns while the [G] banjo plays.
And tell them ladies that they ought not frown, [Dm]
[G] cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down.
[C] All men and women or shallow graves, same old blues, just a different [G] day.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, throw [A] them in the river and get your [Gm] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when [G] the wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but a damn [A] good feeling to run these [G] roads.
It's a damn good feeling to run these [Gm] roads.
It's a damn good [D] feeling to run these roads.
[Gm] [D]
[Gm] [C]
[G] [N]
Early in the morning when the sun does rise, laying in the bed with bloodshot eyes.
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, that's about the time my rooster crows.
I got women up and down this creek, [D] and they keep me going and my engine [G] clean.
Run me ragged but I don't fret, [Dm] cause there ain't been one slow me down none [G] yet.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [F] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, ain't [C] nothing better when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard life, [D] but damn good feeling to run these [G] roads.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] I got people trying to tell me, Red, [F] keep this [C] a living and you'll wind up [G] dead.
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords, this keep gonna ease my pain.
And all this [C] running's gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [D] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when the [G] wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but [D] a damn good feeling to run these roads.
[G] It's [C] a damn good feeling to run [D] these roads.
[G] When you lay me in the cold hard clay, [Gm] won't you sing them hymns while the [G] banjo plays.
And tell them ladies that they ought not frown, [Dm]
[G] cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down.
[C] All men and women or shallow graves, same old blues, just a different [G] day.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, throw [A] them in the river and get your [Gm] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when [G] the wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but a damn [A] good feeling to run these [G] roads.
It's a damn good feeling to run these [Gm] roads.
It's a damn good [D] feeling to run these roads.
[Gm] [D]
[Gm] [C]
[G] [N]
Key:
G
D
C
Gm
Dm
G
D
C
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Early in the morning when the sun does rise, _ laying in the bed with bloodshot eyes. _
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, _ that's about the time my rooster crows. _
I got women up and down this creek, _ [D] and they keep me going and my engine [G] clean. _
Run me ragged but I don't fret, _ [Dm] cause there ain't been one slow me down none [G] yet. _
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [F] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, ain't [C] nothing better when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard life, [D] but damn good feeling to run these [G] roads.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] I got people trying to tell me, Red, _ [F] keep this [C] a living and you'll wind up [G] dead. _
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords, this keep gonna ease my pain.
_ And all this [C] running's gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [D] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when the [G] wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but [D] a damn good feeling to run these roads.
[G] _ It's [C] a damn good feeling to run [D] these roads. _ _ _ _ _
[G] When you lay me in the cold hard clay, _ [Gm] won't you sing them hymns while the [G] banjo plays. _
And tell them ladies that they ought not frown, [Dm] _
[G] cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down. _
[C] All men and women or shallow graves, same old blues, just a different [G] day.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, throw [A] them in the river and get your [Gm] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when [G] the wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but a damn [A] good feeling to run these [G] roads.
_ It's a damn good feeling to run these [Gm] roads.
_ It's a damn good [D] feeling to run these roads.
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Early in the morning when the sun does rise, _ laying in the bed with bloodshot eyes. _
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, _ that's about the time my rooster crows. _
I got women up and down this creek, _ [D] and they keep me going and my engine [G] clean. _
Run me ragged but I don't fret, _ [Dm] cause there ain't been one slow me down none [G] yet. _
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [F] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, ain't [C] nothing better when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard life, [D] but damn good feeling to run these [G] roads.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] I got people trying to tell me, Red, _ [F] keep this [C] a living and you'll wind up [G] dead. _
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords, this keep gonna ease my pain.
_ And all this [C] running's gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, [D] throw them in the river and get your fill.
[G] We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when the [G] wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but [D] a damn good feeling to run these roads.
[G] _ It's [C] a damn good feeling to run [D] these roads. _ _ _ _ _
[G] When you lay me in the cold hard clay, _ [Gm] won't you sing them hymns while the [G] banjo plays. _
And tell them ladies that they ought not frown, [Dm] _
[G] cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down. _
[C] All men and women or shallow graves, same old blues, just a different [G] day.
Get me drinking that moonshine, get me higher than the grocery bill.
Take my troubles to the high wall, throw [A] them in the river and get your [Gm] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [D] ain't nothing better when [G] the wind cuts cold.
Lord it's a mighty hard living, but a damn [A] good feeling to run these [G] roads.
_ It's a damn good feeling to run these [Gm] roads.
_ It's a damn good [D] feeling to run these roads.
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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