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
Important: The song above is NOT stored on the Chordie server. The original song is hosted at www.allcountrytabs.com. Chordie works as a search engine and provides on-the-fly formatting. Chordie does not index songs against artists'/composers' will. To remove this song please click here.

