Tyler Childers – Whitehouse Road (Guitar)

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Early in the morning when the sun does rise

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Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes

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Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low

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That's about time my rooster crows

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I got women up and down this creek

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And they keep me going and my engine clean

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Run me ragged but I don't fret

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Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet

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Get me drinkin' that moonshine

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Get me higher than the grocery bill

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Take my troubles to the highwall

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Throw'em in the river and get your fill

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We been sniffin' that cocaine

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Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold

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Lord it's a mighty hard livin'

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But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

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I got people try to tell me, Red

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Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead

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Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord's

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Wind up laying on a cooling board

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But I got buddies up White House Road

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And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low

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Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain

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'N all this runnin's gonna keep me sane

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Get me drinkin' that moonshine

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Get me higher than the grocery bill

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Take my troubles to the highwall

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Throw'em in the river and get your fill

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We been sniffin' that cocaine

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Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold

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Lord it's a mighty hard livin'

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But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

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But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

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When you lay me in the cold hard clay

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Won't you sing them hymns while the banjo plays

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You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown

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Cause there ain't been nothing ever held me down

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Lawman, women or a shallow grave

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Same ol' blues just a different day

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Get me drinkin' that moonshine

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Get me higher than the grocery bill

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Take my troubles to the highwall

D                         A                  
Throw'em in the river and get your fill

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We been sniffin' that cocaine

D                             A         
Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold

E
Lord it's a mighty hard livin'

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But a damn good feelin' to run these roads

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It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads

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It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads