Chords for William Elliott Whitmore - Documentary 'Lifetime Underground'

My name is William Whitmore and we are in Lee County, Iowa,
between the Des Moines River and the Mississippi River in the southeastern part of Iowa.
The original part of this cabin was a corn crib that was built by my grandfather in 1954,
which is a place where they used to dry ears of corn.
I kind of sheeted it all in and added a room onto the side and put a wood stove in here for heat.
Been doing this for about three years, in between [A] touring, kind of working on it when I can. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Well I played in bars [D] and [A] nursing homes _ and train stations [F#m] out west,
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carnivals [F#m] and backyard [A]
[G] fires and _ everywhere [D] _
else [A] in between. _
_ _ _ _ Always had a connection to [D] this part of the world.
[A] Of course, growing up here,
I always had a real attachment here.
I always [F#m] say it's kind of my spiritual center.
[A] I wanted to live in the [F#m] country and I wanted to live on the farm that I grew [A] up on.
[G] My family lives around here.
[D] Very special place in my heart.
_ [A] Ever since I was a little kid, we used to play in the old corn crib.
We used to kind of use it as a clubhouse.
I [D] always imagined [A] what it would be like [F#m] to kind
of make it into a cabin.
And so a few years ago, when the opportunity kind of came up,
timing was right and everything just worked out in between tours that I was able [G] to
start hammering nails into boards [D] and put together this humble [A] abode that I call home. _
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_ _ _ _ [E] This song is a song called [D] Lifetime Underground.
[A] The title has to do with playing music for [F#m] so
many years and kind of being in the underground music scene, [A] sometimes literally underground,
doing basement shows, playing anywhere anyone would let me, [G] going on tour with punk rock [D] bands
and hardcore bands and [A] jumping in the van with people that were kind enough to let me jump in
their van and go on tour.
My way to [D] kind of be home while I'm [A] on the road, it's like being able
to pull a black and [F#m] white photograph out of my pocket and have it be a picture [A] of the farm and
just [F#m] this reminder [A] of everything [G] I care about.
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_ _ _ I miss my farming [D] _ [A] family, _ _ the hills and the [F#m] woods.
I [A] got a girl back there [F#m] who's good to [A] me,
[G] I'd be there [D] right now if I [A] _ could. _
_ _ _ I'll spend a lifetime [D] _ _ [A] underground and I don't want no [F#m] grave,
[A] just throw my [F#] ashes in [A] the field [G] and hope there's [D] some soul [A] left to save. _
_ _ Oh, [G] I just hope there's some [D] soul left [A] to save. _ _ _ _
_ Some [E] of these [A] barn beams are from an old tomato canning [F#m] factory that was down the road that was
in operation in the late 1800s.
Each piece kind of has its [A] own little memory.
There's a [C#m] couple of
boards from an old chicken house [G] that my dad had shot a snake [D] by the chicken house and [A] there's
bullet holes in a couple of the boards and so I purposefully saved some of those [G] boards with the
bullet holes.
That's the good thing about used [D] woods, it's already got the warmth, it's already
got [A] a story.
Everything might not look as pretty as it should but it's all square and level and
it keeps the rain off my head.
That's all I ever wanted. _ _ _
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