Wild Country
Chris Whitley
© Chris Whitley
Open D
Flute
| D | G | D |
| Breaking rocks all | day on the | avenue. |
| G | D |
| Gets hard to unearth | anything that's | true. |
| A | G | D |
| Soon I'm gonna | drop this jack and | run, |
| A | G | D |
| returning to the | wild, where I'm | from. |
Got miles of stone, jackhammer in my hand.
These compromises I can't comprehend.
Soon I'm gonna lose these rags and run,
returning to the wild, where I'm from.
Between the bricks you'll hear the children play.
The calluses get harder day by day.
Between the cracks you'll notice where I've gone-
returning to the wild, where I'm from
Breaking rocks all day on the avenue.
Gets hard to unearth anything that's true.
Soon I'm gonna drop this jack and run,
returning to the wild, where I'm from.
| A | G | D |
| Soon I'm gonna | drop this jack and | run, |
| A | G |
| returning to the | wild (fade)... |