G C D [Verse]G Well I don't care about my sorrowsC G And I don't care about my woesG I put my knees down in the sandD G Down where that river flowsG I put my hands in the waterC G Up to my elbows in the coldG I let it wash my dirty faceD G Let it cleanse my troubled soulG Well, my name is Hub CaleC G And my home is where ever I layG And I was born to ride the railsD G Ride the rails ’til judgement day [Pre Chorus]C G My face is wrinkled and wearyG D And rough as railroad tieG And when that train come rumblin' through this townD G I lift my jug to the sky [Chorus] N.C. Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lordD G Well, I lift my jug to the skyG And when that number 9 come rollin' byD G I lift my jug to the sky [Verse]G For I was an engineerC G I made my livin' shovelin' coalG Paid my dues for 12 long yearsD G Then one day they let me goG And that time it sure was roughC G And the labor sure took its tollG For my lungs are as blackD G As the feathers of the crow [Pre Chorus]C G Now I lay underneath the trestleG D With my jug of homemade ryeG And when that train come rumblin' through this townD G I lift it up to the sky [Chorus] N.C. Well I lift my my Jug to the sky oh lordD G Well, I lift my jug to the skyG And when that number 9 come rollin' byD G I lift my jug to the sky [Outro]G Well I don't care about my sorrowsC G And I don't care about my woesG I put my knees down in the sandD G Down where that river flowsD G Down where that river flowsD G Oh Down where that river flows
Lift My Jug Song For Hub Cale
William Elliott Whitmore
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