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        
Now I’m running home if you’re 
         C
waiting there
Once I was the loving kind, I 
Dm
thought your heart would be all mine
                            F      
I learned in good time that it 
        C
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
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F              Fm
We ain’t gotta fool around

[Solo] C  Dm  F  Fm
       C  Dm  F  Fm

[Segunda Parte]

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