F Bb I was born in the country and raised in the townF C Dm I spent every Sunday wandering aroundF Bb I raised lots of cane till my momma would cryF Dm She prayed my harvest would wither and dieBb C F Wither and die, Lord, wither and die [Chorus]Bb F These slow-going highways and red-running river I chooseBb F The song of a siren, the rhythm of nothing to loseC Bb F Every step off the front porch is a step into rocking chair blues[Verse 2]F Bb I went down to Oxford to find me some bluesF C Dm I measure the miles by holes in my shoesF Bb I listen for autumn and followed the soundF Dm And left off the things that fell to the groundBb C F Fell to the ground, Lord, fell to the ground [Chorus]Bb F These slow-going highways and red-running river I chooseBb F The song of a siren, the rhythm of nothing to loseC Bb F Every step off the front porch is a step into rocking chair blues [Instrumental] [Verse 3]Gm7 F If I wandered away would you call me back?G C 'Cause I'm already goneGm G Cm I'm drifting astray and humming the highway songF Bb I was born in the country and raised in the townF C Dm I spent every Sunday wandering aroundBb C F Wandering around, Lord, wandering around
Rocking Chair Blues
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