Underbrush by Cheryl Wheeler
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    



Intro: C  
Let me lift this burden from you
Am
Let me take this pain from you
C
Let me always be the one to
G
Hear you, see you, pull you through
C
How could I have been so thoughtless
Am
How could I have failed to see
C
Every day's a work in progress
G
Every page a mystery
 
Chorus:
                        C             F
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
                C                G
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
              C            F
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
                  C                G               C
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush
 
No regrets, no road not taken
Am
Nothing I would rather do
C
Some days we can lose our faith in
G
Everything we thought we knew
C
You're the light on all my pages
Am
Oh, my love, my even keel
    C
And any words I use to say this
G
Pale before the way I feel
Chorus:
                        C             F
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
                C                G
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
             C            F
Now we got a snowy Sunday morning
                  C                G               C
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush
Bridge:
Am              D              G               E
Maybe there's a rhythm here, a sort of ebb and flow
Am          D           G7      G 
Every orbit varies over time, I guess
Am           D                   G                E
Disappearing down the trail, the dogs kick up the snow
Am             D               G7    G 
Given our good fortune, we can do no less
Instrumental: C  F  C  G  C  F    G
Chorus:
                        C             F
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
                C                G
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
              C            F
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
                  C                G   
And we've already cleared the underbrush
Chorus:
                        C             F
This is nothing but the daily grumble roaring
                C                G
Nothing but the sweep we need so much
              C            F
Now we have a snowy Sunday morning
                  C                G               C
And we've already cleared the underbrush, the underbrush