Ballad Of A Southern Man - Whiskey Myers | Guitar Chords

[Verse 1]
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G        D           Cadd9 G
My first rifle was a .243,
Em        D            Cadd9        G
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 something you don't     understand.

[Verse 1-2]
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    G      D       Cadd9  G
Now I grew up on a prison farm,
Em                D            Cadd9 G
Sneaking 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 something you don't     understand.

[Chorus (1)]
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Cadd9              G
Grandmas in the kitchen;
Cadd9 G          D
Papas drunk past dawn;
   Cadd9                G
We sit  out on the front porch,
       Em      D      Cadd9
Just a pickin' on the songs;
            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 something you don't     understand.

[Verse 2]
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G       D        Cadd9         G
I still fly that southern flag,
Em      D           Cadd9         G
Whislin dixie loud 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.

[Verse 2-2]
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G             D                     G
I pledge my allegiance the original way,
Em        D             Cadd9     G
Say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
        G             D      Cadd9     Em
I can't change my ways I know     who I  am,
  Em               D              Cadd9     G
I guess that's something you don't     understand.



[Bridge]
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Bb                         F
  They'll grind us up in a big machine;
C                           G
 They'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
Bb        F
  Holy dollar and a credit card;
C 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 (2)]
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Cadd9              G
Grandmas in the kitchen;
Cadd9 G          D
Papas drunk past dawn;
   Cadd9                G
We sit  out on the front porch,
       Em      D      Cadd9
Just a pickin' on the songs;
              Cadd9        G
And there's a bible on the table,
         Cadd9     G       D
Cause he bleed for what we have,
               Em     D    Cadd9
And that's the ballad of a southern man,
  Em               D              Cadd9     G
I guess that's something you don't     understand.

[Outro]
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G        D           Cadd9 Em
My first rifle was a .243,
Em        D            Cadd9        G
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy   gave to me.