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Ballad Of A Southern Man
- Whiskey Myers
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Ballad Of A Southern Man by Whiskey MyersKey: GG | Capo: 0fr |Verse 1 G D Cadd9 G My first rifle was a .243 Em D Cadd9 G That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me G D Cadd9 Em and-they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand Em D Cadd9 G I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand G D Cadd9 G Now, I grew up on a prison farm Em D Cadd9 G sneakin' pulls-of-shine from a mason jar G D Cadd9 Em used to go fishing out Cripple Creek dam Em D Cadd9 G but I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand Chorus Cadd9 G Grandma's in the kitchen Cadd9 G D Papa done passed on Cadd9 G We sit out on the front porch Em D Cadd9 Just a pickin’ on a song Cadd9 G and there's blood on the table Cadd9 G D 'cause we work for what we have Em D Cadd9 and I was raised in this land Em D Cadd9 G I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand. Verse 2 G D Cadd9 G And I still fly that southern flag Em7 D Cadd9 G whistling Dixieland enough to brag, G D Cadd9 Em and I know all the words to "Simple Man" Em D Cadd9 G I guess that’s something you don't understand. G D Cadd9 G I pledge my allegiance the original way Em D Cadd9 G I say, "Merry Christmas," not "Happy Holidays" G D Cadd9 Em They can’t change my ways, I know who I am Em D Cadd9 G I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand. Chorus Cadd9 G Grandma's in the kitchen Cadd9 G D Papa done passed on Cadd9 G We sit out on the front porch Em D Cadd9 Just a pickin’ on a song Cadd9 G and there's blood on the table Cadd9 G D 'cause we work for what we have Em D Cadd9 I was raised in this land Em D Cadd9 G I guess that’s somethin' you don't understand Bridge A# F They'll grind us up in a big machine C G They'll feed us all on the same beliefs A# F C Holy dollar and a credit card A# F but we got a way of doing things C G and no bankers gonna steal from me D they wanna tear it all apart Chorus Cadd9 G Grandma's in the kitchen Cadd9 G D Papa done passed on Cadd9 G We sit out on the front porch Em D Cadd9 Just a pickin’ on a song Cadd9 G and there's a bible on the table Cadd9 G D 'cause he bled for what we have Em D Cadd9 and that's the ballad of southern man Em D Cadd9 G but I guess that’s something you don't understand Outro G D Cadd9 Em My first rifle was a .243 Em D Cadd9 G Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.
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