The Southern Thing by Drive-By Truckers
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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Ain't about my pistol, ain't about my boots
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Ain't about no northern drives, ain't about my southern roots
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Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps
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"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"
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Ain't about excuses or alibis
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Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies
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Ain't about the races, the crying shame 
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To the fooking rich man all poor people look the same
Chorus 1:
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Don't get me wrong 
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It just ain't right
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I ain’t too look strong
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but I ain't afraid to fight
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If you want to live 
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another day
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Stay out the way of the southern thing
Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't about no foolish pride, ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag
Chorus 2:
You think I'm dumb
Maybe not too bright
You wonder how 
I sleep at night
Proud of the glory
Stare down the shame
Duality of the southern thing
My great, great granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night
Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone
Ain't no plantations in my family tree
Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free
But, who are these soldiers marching through his land
His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man
Chorus 3:
I heard the story 
As it was passed down
About guts and glory 
And Rebel stands
Four generations
A whole lot has changed
Robert E. Lee
Martin Luther King 
We've come a long way 
Rising from the flame
Stay out the way of the southern thing