Frank Foster - The gospel

Well do ya hear that lonesome^C whistle Lord it's fad^Gin like an ol Hank Williams son^Dg ^A This thing called country lord I try to ^Clisten ^G But i'm runnin through my radio and aint nuthin ^Don

I aint to sure where im ^Cgoing and we cant^G seem to remember just where we been^{D A} My country roots lord they aint ^Cshowin and aint nobody blowi^Gn like big john did on seminole ^Dwind

and I wanna ^Crun I'm gonna ^Grun on down the ^Dhighway ^C till me and this ^Gguitar is a bag of ^Dbones ^C From gulf coast ^Gcowboy to doin it my ^Dway Guitar pickin ^Capostle preachin the ^Ggospel of a country ^Dsong Guitar pickin ^Capostle preachin the ^Ggospel of a country ^Dsong

^ANow gone are the days of all the real ^Clegends ^Gand gone are the songs and with that goes the ^Dproof ^AAnd gone are the sounds of the uncaged ^Cspirit and gone is the ^Gfreedom of playing what your feelin and gone is the ^Dtruth so in honor of the heroes of my youth

I'm gonna ^Crun I'm gonna ^Grun on down the ^Dhighway ^C till me and this ^Gguitar is a bag of ^Dbones ^C From gulf coast ^Gcowboy to doin it my ^Dway Guitar pickin ^Capostle preachin the ^Ggospel of a country ^Dsong Guitar pickin ^Capostle lord I'm preachin the ^Ggospel of a country ^Dsong Guitar pickin ^Capostle preachin the ^Ggospel ^D