Alabama - When It All Goes South Chords

"Alabama - When It All Goes South (correct)


Play with capo on 1st fret.

Chord shapes are relative to position of capo.

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F
INTRO


F
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine,

Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line.

'Til one day you're craving hominy grits,

And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits.
         Ab
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back,
         Bb
'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack,
          F
You'll be one of us no matter where you're at.


        Bb                                             Ab
When it all goes south. (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)
        F
When it all goes south. (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
       Eb
Now it really don't matter what state you're in,
Bb                              F
One day the South's gonna rise again.



There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north,

Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report.

He's got two homes, car loans, in debt,

And his third divorce ain't even final yet.
           Ab                  Bb
Traded his MBA for a SUV  on a backwoods road down in Tennessee,
      F
Cause man, Manhattan ain't the place to be.


        Bb                                               Ab
When it all goes south. (With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)
        F
When it all goes south. (Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)
       Eb
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
Bb                              F
Someday the South's gonna rise again


F        Ab  Bb   C
INSTRUMENTAL


F
Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City,

Y'all it sure looks pretty in the sunshine,

Getting' dixie fried, get yourself some rebel pride.


        Bb                                            Ab
When it all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
        F
When it all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood)
       Eb                  
Now it really don't matter what state you're in,
Bb                          F
One day the South's gonna rise again

When it all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
        
When it all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood) 
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