Lift My Jug Song For Hub Cale

William Elliott Whitmore

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Tom:
G C D [Verse]
G Well I don't care about my sorrows
C G And I don't care about my woes
G I put my knees down in the sand
D G Down where that river flows
G I put my hands in the water
C G Up to my elbows in the cold
G I let it wash my dirty face
D G Let it cleanse my troubled soul
G Well, my name is Hub Cale
C G And my home is where ever I lay
G And I was born to ride the rails
D G Ride the rails ’til judgement day [Pre Chorus]
C G My face is wrinkled and weary
G D And rough as railroad tie
G And when that train come rumblin' through this town
D G I lift my jug to the sky [Chorus] N.C. Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord
D G Well, I lift my jug to the sky
G And when that number 9 come rollin' by
D G I lift my jug to the sky [Verse]
G For I was an engineer
C G I made my livin' shovelin' coal
G Paid my dues for 12 long years
D G Then one day they let me go
G And that time it sure was rough
C G And the labor sure took its toll
G For my lungs are as black
D G As the feathers of the crow [Pre Chorus]
C G Now I lay underneath the trestle
G D With my jug of homemade rye
G And when that train come rumblin' through this town
D G I lift it up to the sky [Chorus] N.C. Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lord
D G Well, I lift my jug to the sky
G And when that number 9 come rollin' by
D G I lift my jug to the sky [Outro]
G Well I don't care about my sorrows
C G And I don't care about my woes
G I put my knees down in the sand
D G Down where that river flows
D G Down where that river flows
D G Oh Down where that river flows
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