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Whiskey Myers - Ballad Of A Southern Man Chords

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Ballad Of A Southern Man Chords

(ver. 1)
Whiskey Myers
[Verse 1]

G        D           Cadd9  G
My first rifle was a .243
Em7       D         Cadd9         G 
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
G                         D            Cadd9  G
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
Em7             D            Cadd9      G
I guess that's something you don't understand

G          D       Cadd9  G
Now I grew up on a prison farm
Em7               D            Cadd9 G
sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
G          D           Cadd9      G
used to go fishing out pickle creek dam
Em7                D             Cadd9       G
but I guess that's something you don't understand


[Chorus]

Cadd9            G
Grandmas in the kitchen
Cadd9            D
Papas drunk past on
Cadd9             G
We sit out on the front porch
Em7       D           Cadd9
Just a pickin' on the songs
Cadd9                    G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9                     D
cause we work for what we have
Em7              D       Cadd9
and I was raised in this land
Em7            D             Cadd9       G
I guess that's something you don't understand


[Verse 2]

G       D        Cadd9    G
I still fly that southern flag
Em7       D          Cadd9    G
whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
G                  D        Cadd9  G
and I know all the words to simple man
Em7            D             Cadd9       G
I guess that's something you don't understand.

G            D              Cadd9   G
I pledge my allegiance the original way
Em7       D             Cadd9      G
say Merry Christmas not happy holidays
G                 D      Cadd9      G
I can't change my ways I know who I am
Em7            D             Cadd9       G
I guess that's something you don't understand


[Chorus]

Cadd9            G
Grandmas in the kitchen
Cadd9            D
Papas drunk past on
Cadd9             G
We sit out on the front porch
Em7       D           Cadd9
Just a pickin' on the songs
Cadd9                    G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9                     D
cause we work for what we have
Em7              D       Cadd9
and I was raised in this land
Em7            D             Cadd9       G
I guess that's something you don't understand


[Bridge]

F#m                      G
I'll grind the soap in a big machine
Bm                         Cm
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs
F#m                      G
Holy dollar and a credit card
Bb                  Fm
but we got a way of doing things
G
and no bankers gonna steal from me
Am
they wanna tear it all apart


[Chorus]

Cadd9            G
Grandmas in the kitchen
Cadd9            D
Papas drunk past on
Cadd9             G
We sit out on the front porch
Em7       D           Cadd9
Just a pickin' on the songs
Cadd9                    G
and there's blood on the table
Cadd9                     D
cause we work for what we have
Em7              D       Cadd9
and I was raised in this land
Em7            D             Cadd9       G
I guess that's something you don't understand


[Outro]

G        D           Cadd9 G
My first rifle was a .243
Em7       D         Cadd9         G
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me            
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