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another side Sawyer Brown
W[Em]e came up from Sheffield and they [C9]put us on the line[G]
You could sm[D]ell the powder burn[G]ing and [C9]man it hurt my e[D]yes
They k[Em]new them boys were tired and weak
We were f[C9]resh and we were strong[G]
We cou[D]ld not wait to bl[G]ast away and m[C9]ake our presence kno[D]wn
Eve[C9]ry time I to[G]ok my aim and [C9]got one in my si[G]ght
[Em]In my heart I knew the way and t[C9]his way was not ri[D]ght
Chorus
I gu[C9]ess my daddy wo[G]uld be proud but my m[D]ama she's ash[G]amed
A[C9]nd I know deep do[G]wn we need a chan[D]ge
Them Nor[C9]thern boys are fr[G]iends of mine
But I've g[D]ot my Southern pri[G]de
Im stand[Em]ing here a fightin wishin the[C]re [D] was another side
Fill in G C9
We burn[Em]ed each others crops and fields
And t[C9]ook the very best [G]
We f[D]ought our way b[G]ack and forth and they [C9]put us to the t[D]est
I k[Em]now that some things were wrong
But w[C9]hat gave them the right[G]
To po[D]int their righteous fin[G]gers and exp[C9]ect us not to fi[D]ght
W[C9]e all cried [G]on the night they b[C9]urned Atlanta do[G]wn
[Em]How much more can we take and s[C9]till stand our groun[D]d
Chorus
I gue[C9]ss my daddy wou[G]ld be proud but my m[D]ama she's asha[G]med
A[C9]nd I know deep d[G]own we need a chan[D]ge
Them co[C9]lored boys are frie[G]nds of mine
But I've [D]got my Southern pr[G]ide
I[Em]'m standing here a fightin wishin th[C]ere [D] was another side
Fill in G C9 G C9
I[Em]n four years the smoke had cleared
And I w[C9]ent back to the farm[G]
Little bro[D]ther met me [G]at the bridge and [C9]he held out his ar[D]ms
He was t[Em]hin and weak and wounded and dre[C9]ssed in Yankee blue[G]
Well I cr[D]ied and I he[G]ld him and tog[C9]ether we both kn[D]ew
If i[C9]t could be done o[G]ver there would [C9]be a better wa[G]y
Still one f[Em]amily and one nation oh but [C9]what a price we pa[D]y
Chorus
I g[C9]uess my daddy wo[G]uld be proud but my m[D]ama she's asham[G]ed
A[C9]nd I know deep d[G]own we need a chan[D]ge
Now s[C9]ome of them boys were fri[G]ends of mine
But d[D]ang this Southern pri[G]de
I'm sta[Em]nding here a cryin wishin th[C]ere [D] was another side[G]
[C9] I'm wishin there was another sid[G]e
[C9] Wishin there was another sid[G]e
Outro: C9 G C9 G
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