Higher Ground

Intro C Dm F Fm C Dm F Fm [Verso 1] 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 [Pré-Refrão] Am F Like Damson trees and honeybees C G We are a dying breed [Refrão] 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 dance the night away F Fm We ain't gotta fool around Solo C Dm F Fm C Dm F Fm [Verso 2] C Dm These 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 [Pré-Refrão] Am F Like Damson trees, lost Southern melodies C G We are a dying breed [Refrão] 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 dance the night away F Fm We ain't gotta fool around Solo C Dm F Fm C Dm F Fm [Pré-Refrão] 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 dance the night away F Fm We ain't gotta fool around