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The big one Confederate Railroad
It was a hot[D] Sunday mornin' Middle of July
The choir was a singin', 'Bout the sweet by and by
Everybod[G]y was a swayin', sweatin' in the heat
We all[D] bowed our heads down as the Preacher took his seat
My Si[Em]ster and my Brother stood next to my Mot[F#]her
In the qu[G]iet at the close of the verse[A]
That's when Daddy [G]cut the big one
At the Hor[Em]n Lake Missis[F#]sippi Missionar[G]y Baptist Churc[A]h [D]
My Sis[D]ter rolled her eyes back My Brother bit his lip
My Cousin right behind us Whispered, "Hey, who let it rip?"
I stuck my face i[G]n my shirtsleeve stared down at my shoes
Lord, you[D] could hear a pin drop as we stood there in the pew
He[Em]ads were turnin', eyes [F#]were burnin', Momma stuck [G]her nose in her purse[A]
After D[G]addy cut the big one
At the Hor[Em]n Lake Missis[F#]sippi Missionar[G]y Baptist Church[A] [D]
He cut the big one[G] It was a stinker[D]
Then he broke the silence wi[Em]th a snicker[A]
And us kids[G] started laughin' [D]'Til I thought w[E]e was all gonna burst[F#] [D]
After [G]Daddy cut the big one
At the Hor[Em]n Lake Mississ[F#]ippi Missionary[G] Baptist Church[A] [D]
He said, "The [E]Devil made me do it" Momma s[F#]aid it[G] was the liver-wurst[F#] [A]
And that's why Daddy c[G]ut the big one
At the Hor[Em]n Lake Missis[F#]sippi Missionary[G] Baptist Churc[A]h[D]
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