Misc Originals – Chad Walker - Moncure Monday (Guitar)

                          G                                C
There’s a little patch of heaven where the gravel turns to pine,

           G                       C
Out in the sticks, near the county line.

               Am                     B
The sun starts setting, the gear gets tuned,

              Am                      D7
And something smoky drifts across the room.

             G                         C
The amps hum low, then the first chord rings,

         G                          C
Somebody hollers, “Who’s got one to sing?”

              Am                  B
From banjo to bass, from slide to snare,

             Am                             D7
If you got a song in you, you best bring it there.

             G                    C
It’s Moncure Monday, light up the night,

                   Am                     B
With a three drink buzz and the mood just right.

                   G                             C
Good friends, good food, and that liquor flowin’ free,

                 Am                 D7
Singin’ ‘til the stars lean down to see.

                           G               C
If you build it, they will come guitars in hand,

                Am       D7            G
Raising hell in harmony      on sacred land.

                     G                       C
There’s a deck board stage on a patch of red clay,

           G                     C
Built by a man with somethin’ to say.

              Am                     B
No ticket, no schedule, just word of mouth

               Am                    D7
And every damn Monday, they pack the south.

              G                            C
Someone’s got fireworks, throwing axes and flame,

           G                           C
And nobody here cares about fortune or fame.

                     Am                    B
It’s a front porch revival, a six-stringed prayer,

                  Am                   D7
You play what you feel we all leave it there.

                   G                    C
Yeah, it’s Moncure Monday, souls set to flight,

                   Am                        B
With heads full of rhythm and hearts full of light.

                 G                         C
Good folks, good jokes, passing round that bowl,

              Am                         D7
Each chorus a sermon, each solo from the soul.

                           G                    C
If you build it, they will come just give ‘em a stage,

            Am        D7                  G
Putting the backyard      on the headline page.

         C                      G
From the youngest picker to the old grey beard,

        B                        C
All are welcome when the music’s near.

         G                         C
It ain’t church, but it sure feels blessed,

        Am                                       D7
A tambourine in your hand and the Lord doin’ the rest.

        G                   C
Moncure Monday we don’t ask why,

                       Am                       B
We just chase down the music under the Carolina sky.

                 G                          C
Good times, good songs, and the moon ridin’ high,

                   Am                     D7
Let the night roll on 'til the stills run dry.

                           G                  C
If you build it, they will come and come they did,

                     Am                  D7            G
With a fire in their hearts to play some music off the grid.

              G                C
So get on the stage, those who dare,

             Am                  B
Come to this haven where music’s shared.

        G                      C
Moncure Monday the legend’s be-gun,

         Am             D7                G
We’ll be jammin’ there      long past the sun.