William Elliott Whitmore - Gravel Road

Gravel Road William Elliott Whitmore Gravel Road by William Elliott Whitmore [C] [Am] [F] [G] [C] It m[C]ust be that time of y[Am]ear I'm f[F]eeling that pull ag[G]ain I've g[C]ot to get away from h[Am]ere Oh get b[F]ack to where my feet can st[G]and B[C]ack to where the trees grow [Am]tall Ain't a s[F]ound for miles ar[G]ound Exc[C]ept for the distant c[Am]all Of that lo[F]nely coy[G]ote's h[C]owl Well life's m[F]ysteries unravel when my t[C]ires hit that gravel And I le[G]ave the paved roa (guitaretab.com)

intro: A ....... A F#M D E A Repeat same pattern Way back in the sticks is where I feel alive in my rusty old '66 that won't even go fifty five Nothing can compare to the joy that I've found every time I go back there to my own spiritual ground I'll make a quart of sweet corn whiskey from ten gallons of sour mash I'll turn a pile of firewood into a pile of sky grey ash If there's anything left inside me that remembers what it's like to feel that cold rain falling on the top of my head a (guitaretab.com)

Gravel Road William Elliott Whitmore Gravel Road by William Elliott Whitmore [C] [Am] [F] [G] [C] It m[C]ust be that time of y[Am]ear I'm f[F]eeling that pull ag[G]ain I've g[C]ot to get away from h[Am]ere Oh get b[F]ack to where my feet can st[G]and B[C]ack to where the trees grow [Am]tall Ain't a s[F]ound for miles ar[G]ound Exc[C]ept for the distant c[Am]all Of that lo[F]nely coy[G]ote's h[C]owl Well life's m[F]ysteries unravel when my t[C]ires hit that gravel And I le[G]ave the paved roa (guitartabs.cc)

intro: A ....... A F#M D E A Repeat same pattern Way back in the sticks is where I feel alive in my rusty old '66 that won't even go fifty five Nothing can compare to the joy that I've found every time I go back there to my own spiritual ground I'll make a quart of sweet corn whiskey from ten gallons of sour mash I'll turn a pile of firewood into a pile of sky grey ash If there's anything left inside me that remembers what it's like to feel that cold rain falling on the top of my head a (guitartabs.cc)

Gravel Road William Elliott Whitmore intro: A ....... A F#m D E A [A]It must be that time of year[F#m] I'm [D]feeling that pull agai[E]n [A]I've got to get away from here[F#m] and back[D] to where my feet can stand[E] [A]Back to where the trees grow tall[F#m] and ain'[D]t a sound for miles around[E] [A]Except for the distant call[F#m] of that[D] lonely coyote's howl[E][A] [D]Life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel[A] and I leave th[E]e paved road far behind[A] [A]Every breath I (azchords.com)