Higher Ground

[Intro] C  Dm  F  Fm
        C  Dm  F  Fm

[Primera Parte]

C                            Dm
Once I was the running kind, I would run these interstates
                     F                 C
Now I’m running home if you’re waiting there
                              Dm
Once I was the loving kind, I thought your heart would be all mine
                            F              C
I learned in good time that it could never be

[Pre-Estribillo]

Am                F
 Like Damson trees and honeybees
C               G
 We are a dying breed

[Estribillo]

C
I’m gonna live way up in the holler
G
I can’t stand the city no more
Dm
Working all my life trying to make a dollar
F                         Fm
Wish things were how they were before
C
I’m gonna sweep you off your feet
G
I’m gonna take you to higher ground
Dm
We can dancе the night away
F              Fm
We ain’t gotta fool around

[Solo] C  Dm  F  Fm
       C  Dm  F  Fm

[Segunda Parte]

      C                                  Dm
Thesе lowdown days, these long highways, keep me feeling alone
                                         F           C
I wish I was high and somewhat dry in my underground home
                                   Dm
These Nashville cats in Ariat hats leave a sour taste in my mouth
                                              F                      C
Like Daddy said you better keep your head and know when to shut that mouth

[Pre-Estribillo]

Am                 F
 Like Damson trees, lost Southern melodies
C               G
 We are a dying breed

[Estribillo]

C
I’m gonna live way up in the holler
G
I can’t stand the city no more
Dm
Working all my life trying to make a dollar
F                         Fm
Wish things were how they were before
C
I’m gonna sweep you off your feet
G
I’m gonna take you to higher ground
Dm
We can dancе the night away
F              Fm
We ain’t gotta fool around

[Solo] C  Dm  F  Fm
       C  Dm  F  Fm

[Pre-Estribillo]

Am                F
 Like Damson trees and honeybees
C               G
 We are a dying breed

C
I’m gonna live way up in the holler
G
I can’t stand the city no more
Dm
Working all my life trying to make a dollar
F                         Fm
Wish things were how they were before
C
I’m gonna sweep you off your feet
G
I’m gonna take you to higher ground
Dm
We can dancе the night away
F              Fm
We ain’t gotta fool around