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"Cradle of the Interstate" by Nanci Griffith
from the Movie Soundtrack, "Falling from Grace"
Starring John Cougar Mellancamp and Mariel Hemingway
Producers: John Cougar Mellencamp, Mike Wanchic
Recorded at Belmont Mall Studio, Belmont, Indiana.
Label: Mercury, Released: Feb 18, 1992
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This song is relatively easy to play, even if you aren't a seasoned finger-
picker, as, for the most-part, there are no real intricate finger-picking
patterns. Simply pick the bass string and then the 321 or 421, whatever you
like. It's actually more complicated, but it'll still sound good. (The bridge
is strummed down only.) If you need help, or you hear something I didn't,
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Capo Third Fret, preferably on a 12-string acoustic
Chords:
320033
032000
003210
032013
000232
224432
032013
Intro:
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.
And fair-weathered friends are a damned disease
They drink my wine and take my money
Fools are reachin' for a dim spotlight shine
If you want that shine
You're gonna have to write your own damn lines.
It turns a warm heart cold
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.
I got fog in the foothills of Tennessee
It's the catskill mountains and the blue ridge behind me
Toppin' my list on all I need
It's a warm cup of coffee and a bottle of whiskey beside me.
I work so hard to build this livin
In a business of hard lines where nobody's sharin'
Fools chase the tails of that top 40 flight
Hell, the only friend that holds me
Is the cradle of the interstate at night.
It turns a warm heart cold
Hey, clear this road--and let me by.
It's crystal breakin' in the light of day
It's the heat of the moon that's gone it's way
And everybody's packin' their wings to fly home
Leavin' me here in the cradle of the interstate alone.
Lullab-y, roll me gently in this cradle of the interstate home. (3x)
Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo.