Backwoods Sound

It’s a feeling you can’t describe
G. D
like the first touch of taffeta by the bride
C. G
she knows she knows
G. C. G
your song flutters down like falling rain
G. D
then ladled into the soul
C. G
liquid gold liquid gold
D
sweeter than any symphony
G
they’ll never understand what it is so
C
clear to me
G
that backwoods sound
C. G
hillbilly music
D. G
the Mona Lisa on a dirt road
G. C. G. D

No world class composer
or award winning author
could ever compare
to the purity truth and harmony
sweeter than any symphony
they’ll never understand what is clear to me that back woods sound
hillbilly music
the Mona Lisa on a dirt road

C. G walk down em g
A banjo elites a star crossed glaze these
G. D
are the songs of my younger days my
C. G
heart dust like into cool

Far in the distance
the coyotes howl
somewhere they know it to
that high and lonesome sound
that high and lonesome sound
D
sweeter than any symphony
G. C
they’ll never understand What you mean to me
C
you’re mystery
C
your majesty
G. C. G. D
that backwoods sound hillbilly music the
D. G
Mona Lisa on a dirt road