Whiskey Myers – Ballad Of A Southern Man (Guitar)
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[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 Pickle 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]
Bb F They'll grind us up in a big machine C G They'll feed us all on the same beliefs Bb F C Holy dollar and a credit card Bb 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