============================================================ "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 ============================================================ 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, ============================================================ 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.