Cradle Of The Interstate

============================================================

"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

Chart by Terry Day: e-mail: TerryADay@aol.com

============================================================

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,

please e-mail me at: TerryADay@aol.com.

============================================================

Capo Third Fret, preferably on a 12-string acoustic

Chords:

G 320033

Cmaj7 032000

Fmaj7 003210

C/G 032013

D 000232

Bm 224432

C 032013

 

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.