Willoughby Brook Road Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][G][G#aug][A][Em][Am]
[Em]
[A]
[Em]Born

[Verse 1]
and raised on country ways
And nursed by the verse of a good book
I grew up on the outskirts of Louisiana
In a place called Willoughby Brook
Sisters and brothers, uncles and cousins
We all lived in the same town
We wore old clothes
that the neighbors gave us
Second -hand shoes and
hand -me -downs
But I wish I had to go back home
And take a second look at
Willoughby Brook
Lord, I wish I had to turn the page
To my days at Willoughby [F#]Brook[Em]
[F#]I st[Em]ill l[D]augh a[G]bou[Em]t the day
my brother got caught trying to
play no different school
And mama made a switch
from an old willow tree
and whip him like he stole a government mule
I can still see papa playing
checkers and dominoes
and [Bm]mama [Em]wore a head rag in the kitchen
And grandma was down at
the churchyard singing,
give me that old time revision
But I wish I could go back home
and take a second look at will I be broken
Lord, I wish I could turn the place
to my days that will be [D]good[Em]
Buttermilk and cornbread
Tater pies, papa's homemade wine
Kick the can and hide and seek
[C]Let [Em]me see yours,
I'll let you see mine
Now I look around at the city I live in
With its ghettos and its crowded
[A]neighborhoods
[Em]Friendship and brotherhood's
a thing of the pas[A]t
And understanding [G]is so
[Em]misunderstood
They're [D]raising [Em]up the prices,
the world's in a crisis
You [D]can't [Em]buy the food you need
You can't trust politics
Ashamed of the government
And choking on the air you breathe
Lord, I wish I [Bm]could [Em]go back home
And take a second look at
Willoughby Brook
Lord, I wish I could turn the page
To my days at Willoughby Brook
Lord, [Bm]I wanna go[Em] back home
And take a second look at
Willoughby Brook
Lord, I wish I could turn the page
to my days at Willoughby Brook
[Gm]Lord, I [Em]want to go back home
where the air is clean
Lord, and [D]the [Em]grass is green
Down at Willoughby Brook
Down at Willoughby Brook
Down at Willoughby Brook
When I hear Reverend Peterson
preaching every Sunday morning
Oh, I'm down at Willoughby River
I wanna go see my sister
I wanna go see my brother
I wanna sit on the bench
Maybe do a little fishing, y 'all
Yeah, down at Willoughby River
I'm coming back to the place
like the day at Willoughby River
I wanna go see my mama
I'm [Em]gon na see m[Em]y mama,
[Em]
[Em][Em]
I'm gonna sit on the steps. you