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Brent Cobb - Down In The Gulley (Chord)
Submitter: lmofle (421) on 10/30/17
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Down In The Gulley
By Brent Cobb
Written by Brent Cobb & Neil Medley 
Album: Shine On Rainy Day (2016)
Tabbed by Larry Mofle

        Am                            D               D/C    Am
Well my granddaddy was a good man, no matter what the papers say
   Am                                                 C        G      Am
He worked 'til he bled for everything he had, brought us up to do the same
    Am                                         D      D/C    Am
One afternoon in June they had us workin' just like a couple mules
   Am                 C                    G                  Am
My cousin and me were twenty feet deep and covered in red mud clay

Well we ran pipe from the creek bed through the woods to the old grey shack
It was worth the trouble to work them shovels for granddaddy's sour mash stash
All the weeds and pecan trees hid a secret we all swore to keep
Well my granddaddy knew what the law would do if they ever come snoopin' 'round back

Lord I'm down in the gulley
          Am       D     Am
Where the creek is high
Lord I'm down in the gulley
      D        D/C  Am
Where only the moon shines

Without money you can't buy nothin' and nothin' is a damned ol' shame
When you're in the hole, you'd sell your soul for runnin' water instead of rain
Well the hills were filled with the smell of cash cookin' in the copper still
Everybody knew where they get their brew and that made our family name


     Am                        C 
Well years and laws passed by, they couldn't keep the county dry
               D                               D/C                      Am
One night, the sheriff went to lookin' for the man who was cookin' that bootleg moonshine
        Am                                          C
Well he called the press and he brought his best to tear our old shack down
              D                     D/C                        Am 
But when they went for the stash my granddaddy laughed for the shack was a pump house


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