Lift My Jug Song For Hub Cale
William Elliott Whitmore
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(início)
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Verse
G Well I don't care about my sorrows C G And I don't care about my woes G I put my knees down in the sand D G Down where that river flows G I put my hands in the water C G Up to my elbows in the cold G I let it wash my dirty face D G Let it cleanse my troubled soul G Well, my name is Hub Cale C G And my home is where ever I lay G And I was born to ride the rails D G Ride the rails ’til judgement day
Pre Chorus
C G My face is wrinkled and weary G D And rough as railroad tie G And when that train come rumblin' through this town D G I lift my jug to the sky
Chorus
N.C.
Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord
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Well, I lift my jug to the sky
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And when that number 9 come rollin' by
D G
I lift my jug to the skyVerse
G For I was an engineer C G I made my livin' shovelin' coal G Paid my dues for 12 long years D G Then one day they let me go G And that time it sure was rough C G And the labor sure took its toll G For my lungs are as black D G As the feathers of the crow
Pre Chorus
C G Now I lay underneath the trestle G D With my jug of homemade rye G And when that train come rumblin' through this town D G I lift it up to the sky
Chorus
N.C.
Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord
D G
Well, I lift my jug to the sky
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And when that number 9 come rollin' by
D G
I lift my jug to the skyOutro
G Well I don't care about my sorrows C G And I don't care about my woes G I put my knees down in the sand D G Down where that river flows D G Down where that river flows D G Oh Down where that river flows
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