Biography:
William Elliott Whitmore (born May 11, 1978, Iowa, United States) is an American blues singer and musician from Lee County, Iowa. He has recorded a number of albums released on Southern Records, and now is a member of the Anti Records family. His act consists mostly of playing the banjo or guitar while singing, though on occasion he performs a cappella. While he has earned much acclaim from the folk, blues and alt-country communities, he is also rooted in the hardcore punk community
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Other songs:
- Burn My Body
- Diggin My Grave
- Does Me No Good
- Dry
- Everything Gets Gone
- Field Song
- Gravel Road
- Hell Or High Water
- Im Not Feeling Ay Pain
- Johnny Law
- Lee County Flood
- Lets Do Something Impossible
- Not Feeling Any Pain
- Old Devils
- One Mans Shame
- Pine Box
- Porchlight
- Red Buds
- Sally Bangs
- Sorest Of Eyes
- Take It On The Chin
- Theres Hope For You
- When Push Comes To Love
- Youve Already Gone
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Everything Get Gone - William Elliott Whitmore
From the album Field Songs
Transcribed by Tyler Peterson
Intro
E, C#min, A, C#min, A, E
A E
I was born in these woods, and these hills are my home
A E
And the fields will be ready when the spring time comes
C#min A E
But I'm just here for a little while
A E
And I'm just here for a little while
B5 C#5 A
Like a tree by the river I'm holding on
E A E A
But everything get gone
E A7 E
But everything get gone
E C#min A E
A E
On a gravel road, bout a mile down
A E
There's and old farm house with a fence around
A E
The windows are broken the roof is falling in
A E
Its never going to be a home again
B5 C#5 A
Like shutters in the wind I'm holding on
E A E A
But everything gets gone
E A7 E
But everything gets gone
E C#min A E
A E
These grave stones are the ones that were here before
A E
They're never going to live or love anymore
A E
Were just here for a little while
A E
Were just here for a little while
B5 C#5 A
Like a deathbed man that cant hold on
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E C#min A E
From the album Field Songs
Transcribed by Tyler Peterson
Intro
E, C#min, A, C#min, A, E
A E
I was born in these woods, and these hills are my home
A E
And the fields will be ready when the spring time comes
C#min A E
But I'm just here for a little while
A E
And I'm just here for a little while
B5 C#5 A
Like a tree by the river I'm holding on
E A E A
But everything get gone
E A7 E
But everything get gone
E C#min A E
A E
On a gravel road, bout a mile down
A E
There's and old farm house with a fence around
A E
The windows are broken the roof is falling in
A E
Its never going to be a home again
B5 C#5 A
Like shutters in the wind I'm holding on
E A E A
But everything gets gone
E A7 E
But everything gets gone
E C#min A E
A E
These grave stones are the ones that were here before
A E
They're never going to live or love anymore
A E
Were just here for a little while
A E
Were just here for a little while
B5 C#5 A
Like a deathbed man that cant hold on
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E A7 E
Everything gets gone
E C#min A E
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