Upchurch – Legend Of The South (Guitar)

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There's a warm wind a-blowin'

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And a burnin' sun droppin' down

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At the end of time I'll be rockin'

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In a wooden chair like I'm still starin' at a crowd

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'Cause this road I've traveled has been long and full of heartache

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But the heartache's gone when nobody's around

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When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town

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You know where I'll be found

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Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains

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With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train

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And my songs will always live down in the country (Country)

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Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night

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Plays an old lost song through the radio dial

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When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud)

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Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice

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The voice from a legend in the south (In the south)

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When I'm fifty years old I'll be on my back porch

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Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about the size of a torch

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Gettin' pulled to rock music that's vibratin' the place

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Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass

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Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin' blues

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Yeah, it's talkin' blues just in my shit-kick boots

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I like to say stuff like 'fuck you' and some more

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That's why you won't find my album at a Walmart store

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Yeah, I'm the white horse that won't let nobody ride

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No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy

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Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go

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I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold

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Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster, Than the million dollar quarter

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Horse and there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go

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I so grown into bein' the old soul so this soul goes

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And the time ain't fadin' not none of my fuckin' vocals

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I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains

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With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train

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And my songs will always live down in the country

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Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night

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Plays an old lost song through the radio dial

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When the words from the past speak up so loud

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Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice

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The voice from a legend in the south

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Well I'm obsessed with trucks and cars way too loud

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Dump women if they don't like country sounds

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Like Elvis, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of

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Waylon Jennings (You know that's true)

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I still sip well water right out of the hose

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Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed

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I write songs fucked up like I'm kin to old

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George Jones (Old George Jones)

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Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite

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And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight

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And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I run outta

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Gas or crash (That'd be bad)

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Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit

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And my teeth are crooked as a crackhead's chin

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But my knuckles still feel like a boat

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Built Ford Tough (For me it's enough)

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Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains

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With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train

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And my songs will always live down in the country

           D
Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night

         C
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial

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When the words from the past speak up so loud

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Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice

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The voice from a legend in the south