Chords for Tyler Childers - Whitehouse Road

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_ [G] Early in the morning when the sun does rise, _ _ laying in the [C] bed with bloodshot [G] eyes. _
_ Late in the evening when the sun sinks low, _ _ _ that's about the [C] time my rooster [Gm] crows. _
_ [G] _ I got women up and down this creek, _ _ and they [F] keep me [C] going at my engine clean.
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_ _ Run me ragged but I don't fret, _ cause [F] there ain't [A#] been one [C] slow me down none yet.
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_ _ Get me drinking that [F] moonshine, get me [C] out in the grocery [G] bill.
Take my troubles to the high [F] wall, throw them in the [C] river and get your [G] fill.
We've been sniffing that [F] cocaine, ain't nothing [C] better when the wind cuts [G] cold.
Roaring's a mighty hard live, [F] damn good feeling to [C] run these troubles.
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[F] _ _ [C] _ [G] got people trying to tell me, Red, _ _ [F] keep this [C] living and you'll wind up [G] dead.
_ _ _ Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords, _ _ [Dm] wind up [C] laying on a cold [G] horse.
_ _ But I got buddies up White House Road, _ _ they'll [F] keep me struggling [C] when my feet hang low.
[G] _ _ _ _ Crock of whiskey gonna ease my pain, _ _ _ [F] all this running's [C] gonna keep me sane.
[G] Get me drinking that moonshine, [F] get me higher [C] than the grocery bill.
[G] Take my troubles to the high [F] wall, throw them in the [C] river and get your [G] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [F] ain't nothing better when [C] the wind cuts cold.
[G] Roaring's a mighty hard live, [F] but damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[F] Damn good feeling [C] to run these [G] roads. _ _ _
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[F] _ _ [C] _ [G] When you lay me in the cold hard clay, won't you sing them hymns while the [C] banjo [G] plays?
_ You can tell them ladies [C#] that they ought not [G] frown, _ cause there ain't been nothing [F] ever held me [A] down.
_ [B] [C] All them women wore tight old grays, lame old blues, it's a different [G] thing.
Get me drinking that moonshine, [Dm] 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 [G] fill.
We've been sniffing that cocaine, [F] ain't nothing better [C] when the wind cuts cold.
[G] Roaring's a mighty hard live, but [F] damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[Dm] It's a damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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[Dm] Damn good feeling [C] to run these roads.
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I'm singing.
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