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Ballad Of A Southern Man by Whiskey Myers - Guitar Chords

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Version 1
            [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
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