White House Road Chords

Cover here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrJaiOvxHqw During verses hammer on and off middle and index finger on the E chord. Also the lyrics are probably not 100% comment and I will make amendments to the tab. Capo on 3rd fret E E Early in the morning when the sun does rise D A E laying in the bed with blood shot eyes E E late in the evening when the sun sinks low D A E well that's about time my rooster crows E E I've got women up and down this creek D A E where to keep me going and my engine clean E E run me ragged but I don't fret D A E cause there ain't been nothing slow me down just yet

--- Chorus: E Get me drinking that moonshine D A get me higher than a grocery bill E take my troubles to the high wall D A throw them in the river and get your fill E we been sniffing that cocaine D A and no better feeling when the wind cuts cold E low its mighty hard living D A E but a damn good feeling to run these roads ----- E E I got people trying to tell me Red D A E well you keep this living and you wind up dead E E cast your troubles on the lord of lords D A E wind up lying on the cooling board E E but I got buddies up at white house road D A E they keep me strutting when my feet hang low E E right good whiskey gonna ease my pain D A E and all this running gonna keep me sane --- Chorus: E Get me drinking that moonshine D A E get me higher than a grocery bill E take my troubles to the high wall D A E throw them in the river and get your fill E we been sniffing that cocaine D A E and no better feeling when the wind cuts cold E low its mighty hard living D A E but a damn good feeling to run these roads D A E damn good feeling to run these roads --- E E When they lay me in the cold hard clay D A E singing them hymns while the banjo plays E E tell those ladies that they ought not frown D A E cause there ain't been nothing ever hold me down E E well the lawman, women or a shallow grave D A E same old blues just a different day --- Chorus: E Get me drinking that moonshine get me higher than a grocery bill E take my troubles to the high wall throw them in the river and get your fill E we been sniffing that cocaine and no better feeling when the wind cuts cold E low its mighty hard living