Jelly Roll – Dragging These Roots (Guitar)

Am
Grew up on a creek bank, listenin' to some old Hank

Am
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town

    C    G           D     Am
Just hangin' and bangin' around (Just bangin' around)

           Am
Yeah, it's hard to make a green dollar in a dried-up holler

Am
Even when you leave, no, you never get out

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  The further I got, the more I found (I found)

               Am                  C
Draggin' these roots like a bag of bones

                  G                 F
I guess where I'm from won't let me go

          Am                    C
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

              G                  F
A little more grit than a gravel road

        Am                  C
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

           G                    F
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

        Am                     C                   G
Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm goin' to

F                     Am
  Just draggin' these roots

      Am
Yeah, I learned how to hustle watchin' daddy bust, yeah

Am
Workin' on the cars and the weeds in the yard

C              G           D    Am
  I guess the apple didn't fall that far (Didn't fall that far)

      Am
Yeah, you can bring a shovel, but it ain't worth the trouble

Am
Can't dig up what's in your heart

C       G      D    Am
  Wherever you go, there you are

               Am                  C
Draggin' these roots like a bag of bones

                  G                 F
I guess where I'm from won't let me go

          Am                    C
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

              G                  F
A little more grit than a gravel road

        Am                  C
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

           G                    F
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

        Am                     C                   G
Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm goin' to

F                     Am
  Just draggin' these roots

Am
Yeah, I'm draggin' these roots

              Am  C  G
Like a bag of bones

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  No, it won't let me go

Am
Grew up on a creek bank, listenin' to some old Hank

Am
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town

Am
Hard to make a green dollar in a dried up holler

Am
Even when you leave, you never get out (You never get out)

               Am                  C
Draggin' these roots like a bag of bones

                  G                 F
I guess where I'm from won't let me go

          Am                    C
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

              G                  F
A little more grit than a gravel road (Gravel road)

        Am                  C
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

           G                   F
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

        Am                     C                   G
Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm goin' to

                    Am
Just draggin' these roots

                   Am
I'm draggin' these roots with me