Whitehouse Road Lyrics with Guitar Chords (Tyler Childers)

Whitehouse Road is one of the most popular songs of the time. Whitehouse Road lyrics written by Tyler Childers. This song has sung by Tyler Childers.

Singer Tyler Childers
Released 2017
Album Purgatory
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Whitehouse Road Lyrics

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin’ in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin’ when the sun sinks low
Well that’s about time my rooster crows
I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don’t fret
‘Cause there ain’t been one slow me down none yet

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Get me drinking’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

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I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin’ and you’ll wind up dead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord’s
Or wind up laying on a coolin’ board
But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
And all this running’s gonna keep me sane

……………………………♪♪♪♪♪♪…………………………..

Get me drinkin’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

……………………………♪♪♪♪♪♪…………………………..

When you lay me in the cold hard clay
Won’t ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
‘Cause there ain’t been nothing ever held me down
Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol’ blues just a different day

……………………………♪♪♪♪♪♪…………………………..

Get me drinking’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

Guitar Chords


Early in the morning when the sun does rise

Layin’ in the bed with bloodshot eyes

Late in the evening when the sun sinks low

That’s about the time my rooster crows


I got women up and down this creek

And they keep me going and my engine clean

Run me ragged but I don’t fret

Cause there ain’t been one slow me down none yet


Get me drinkin’ that moonshine

Get my higher than the grocery bill

Take my troubles to the high wall

Throw ‘em in the river and get your fill

We been sniffin’ that cocaine

Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold

Lord it’s a mighty hard living

But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads


I got people try to tell me Red

Keep this livin’ and you’ll wind up dead

Cast your troubles on the lord of lords

Wind up layin’ on a coolin’ board


But I got buddies up at White House Road

And they keep me struttin’ when my feet hang low

Rot gut whiskey gonna ease my pain

And all this runnin’s gonna keep me sane


Get me drinkin’ that moonshine

Get my higher than the grocery bill

Take my troubles to the high wall

Throw ‘em in the river and get your fill

We been sniffin’ that cocaine

Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold

Lord it’s a mighty hard living

But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads


When you lay me in the cold hard clay

Won’t you sing them hymns while the banjo plays

Tell them ladies that they ought not frown

Cause there ain’t been nothing ever held me down


Lawman, women, or a shallow grave

Same old blues just a different day


Get me drinkin’ that moonshine

Get my higher than the grocery bill

Take my troubles to the high wall

Throw ‘em in the river and get your fill

We been sniffin’ that cocaine

Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold

Lord it’s a mighty hard living

But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads


It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

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