Ballad of a Southern Man Whiskey Myers
Ballad of a Southern Man Whiskey Myers Please rate an let me know what yall think. [(G)]My first [(D)]rifle was [(Cadd9)]a .243,[(G)] [(Em7)]Papa gave Da[(D)]ddy and Da[(Cadd9)]ddy gave to me,[(G)] [(G)]and they taught me how to s[(D)]hoot with a [(Cadd9)]steady hand,[(G)] [(Em7)]I guess that's som[(D)]ething you don't[(Cadd9)] understand.[(G)] Now I grew up on a prison farm, sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar, used to go fishing out pickle creek dam, but I guess that's something you don't understand. Chorus: [(Cadd9)]Grandmas in the kit[(G)]chen; [(Cadd9)]Papas done passed o[(D)]n; [(Cadd9)]We sit out on the fron[(G)]t porch, [(Em7)]Just a pick[(D)]in' on the so[(Cadd9)]ngs; [(Cadd9)]and there's blood on the[(G)] table, [(Cadd9)]cause we work for what we[(D)] have; [(Em7)]and I was raised i[(D)]n this [(Cadd9)]land, [(Em7)]I guess that's some[(D)]thing yo[(Cadd9)]u don't underst[(G)]and. I still fly that southern flag, whistling Dixieland enough to brag, and I know all the words to simple man, I guess that's something you don't understand. I pledge my allegiance the original way, say Merry Christmas not happy holidays, I can't change my ways I know who I am, I guess that's something you don't understand. Grandmas in the kitchen; Papas done passed on; we sit out on the front porch, just a pickin' on the songs; and there's blood on the table, cause we work for what we have; and I was raised in this land, I guess that's something you don't understand. Bridge: [(F#m)]A pile of soap and a big[(G)] machine; [(Bm)]I'll feed us all on the[(Cm)] same beliefs, [(F#m)]Holy dollar and a credit[(G)] card; [(Bb)]but we got a way of doing[(Fm)] things, [(G)]and no bankers gonna steal from me; [(Am)]they wanna tear it all apart. Grandmas in the kitchen; Papas done past on; we sit out on the front porch, just a pickin' on the songs; and there's a bible on the table, cause he bleed for what we have, and that's the ballad of a southern man, I guess that's something you don't understand. Repeat 1st two lines: My first rifle was a .243, Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me. In the bridge, They are all barred chords [(G)] [3] [5] [5] [4] [3] [3] For (Am) slide that up to the 5th fret Shoutout Tarleton State! VIEW FONT SCROLL PRINT SEARCH x Normal Lyrics Chords Tabs ChordPro x Small Medium Large x Pause Start 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 x Text color: Chord color: Chord grids:Images No Images Font size:XS S M L XL Page size:A4 Letter Save settings Print Preview variations - click chord images
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