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