Higher Ground(Ukulele chords)

	        Intro C  Dm  F  Fm 
        C  Dm  F  Fm 
 
Verse 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 
 
Pre-Chorus
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 


Solo C  Dm  F  Fm 
       C  Dm  F  Fm 
 
Verse 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
 
 
Pre-Chorus
Am                 F 
 Like Damson trees, lost Southern melodies 
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 


Solo C  Dm  F  Fm 
       C  Dm  F  Fm 

Pre-Chorus
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