Chords for Willi Carlisle || "Up the Hill" ||

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[B] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ Well, we drove my father's [B] 88 halfway to [E] Broken Bowl.
We were listening [B] to the bad news [A] on the radio.
[E] _ _ Well, the old folks [B] were talking about a moss in his [E] blood.
I asked her out to the [B] county [A] taqueria.
_ [G#m] _ _ [E] _
[F#] And after we were through, we [B] blasted Springsteen from the [C#m] cabin.
_ Singing [E] songs about freedom and _ _ [E] lonesomeness.
[A] Moonshine from [E] mason jars where I'd never seen [C#] such stars.
Fall from the [F#] sky to [B] those hollers along [E] those cliffs.
If [A] I ever [E] come off mean, vulgar, or [G#] _ unclean,
know there's [E] a gentle part [B] of me that ain't [E] outspoken. _
_ And I carry [E] that part up in the bed of my [C#] own truck,
[C#m] up [B] the hill where my heart was first _ [E] broken. _ _
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_ _ Well, she took me [B] to her father's house near Mountain View,
made small talk on the porch with Mary of Myelma [E] Lou. _ _ _
And they were up to milk [B] the cows the next day before seven
was a loaded gun [B] in every room [A] I stayed in.
_ [E] _ _ [C#] At the first night, [E] I was sleeping in the loft of [C#m] her barn. _
[E] At the second night was [B] her mother's good home cooking. _
[A] Third night, I got [E] religion while we [C#m] laundered the sheets.
And that's [E] long before her father lectured me on heaven.
_ _ [A] If I ever come [E] off mean, vulgar, or [A#m] _
unclean,
[B] know there's a gentle part of me [E] that ain't outspoken.
And I carry that part [E] up in the bed of my [C#] own truck,
[E] up the hill where my [B] heart was [F#m] first [E] broken. _
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Yes, just a [B] ways away from where I came [E] from,
where I tried to [B] marry that poor girl in [A]
Mansome.
_ _ _ Now she's in [E] some bar somewhere, big brown eyes and [C#m] short brown hair.
And the difference is [B] she ain't scared to love no [E] one.
_ _ If I ever come off mean, _ [B] vulgar, or [C#m] _ _ unclean,
know [Em] there's a gentle part [B] of me that [E] ain't outspoken.
And I [E] carry that [B] part up in the bed of [G#] my own [C#m] truck,
[E] up the hill where [B] my heart was [A] first broken. _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
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