Old 97's – White Port (Guitar)

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For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

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The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

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I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

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And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

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I came into the world of things a pauper I am told

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For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bones

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With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supply

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Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side

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For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

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The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

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I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

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And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

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My Denver lass I promised that I'd be out west that day

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I headed east as fast as my two feet could back away

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All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wide

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But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side

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For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

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The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

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I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

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And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

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Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to me

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A sailin' man with no good plan, that's something I could be

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But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in line

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Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side

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For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

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The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

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I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

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And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)

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Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yet

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An' when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regret

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With heaven made I'll stake some shade and air myself out right

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Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

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With heaven made I'll stake some shade, I'll stay there till I die

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Double check that none suspect the white port at my side

    D                              G               D
For all its want of wanderin', the sky was sad and blue

    D                             A
The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes

  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side

  G                                  D                   A
I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride

    D                                    A                D
And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side   (yodel)