Blue Highway - Clear cut

^DWay back in the mountains on the ^Ahigh knob by the ridge My g^Crandpa built our c^Gabin where we l^Dived for 40 years ^DSpent my happy childhood ben^Ameath the hardwood trees I ^Cdidn't know what ^GI had then was ^Call I'd ever n^Deed ^{C D A}

^DMountain laurels blooming, it was ^Aearly in the spring ^CLookin' out my ^Gwindow on a s^Dea of endless green ^DRich men from the city came to ^Ambuy our land today ^CTook 200 ye^Gars to grow, but it's g^Cone in 30 d^Days

^AmMud slides down the mountain, there's no ^Cway to stop the flood ^GHills without their timbers, like a ^Dman without his ^Ablood ^AmScars upon the land, those ^Cwounds will never heal But a ^Cgreedy man will ^Dnever get his f^Aill ^{C D A}

^AmMud slides down the mountain, there's no ^Cway to stop the flood ^GHills without their timbers, like a ^Dman without his ^Ablood ^AmScars upon the land, those ^Cwounds will never heal

But a ^Cgreedy man will ^Dnever get his f^Aill I c^Can't go back and I ^Dknow I never w^Aill I h^Cope someday they k^Dnow the way I f^Aeel ^E