Rocking Chair Blues

Mipso

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