Adam Smith - Back home to dixie

^COl' Marse ^GRobert done told me to ^Fget my ^Cgun ^CGonna get em out the ^Gsouth land, we gonna ^Ammake em ^Frun ^CIt's been ^Gtwo years since that ^Fday ^FI sure thought it would be a quick one but it didnt ^Gturn out that ^G7way

^CI smell the ^Gblood and the honeysuckle ^Fon the wind ^CHolding the ^Ghand of another ^Amsoon-to-be-dead ^Ffriend ^CA single ^Gtear comes to his ^Feyes ^FAnd as we reminisce about his momma I asked Lord, ^GWhy?, Why oh Why?

^CTake him ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CJust get him ^Gout of this wretched ^Fplace ^CJust take him ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CLet his momma ^Gsee that shining s^Fouthern face ^{C G F C}

^CThey got me ^Gsitting on the river bank ^Fshore ^CIn just a few short ^Gmonths I done killed me ^Amtwenty or ^Fmore ^CSherman wouldn't ^Gbe too happy with ^Fme ^FAnd as Atlanta sits in ashes I wonder, h^Gow worse could it b^G7e?

^CTake me ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CJust get me ^Gout of this wretched ^Fplace ^CJust take me ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CI just wanna ^Gsee her shining ^FSouthern face

^AmI remember when ^GI was y^Foung ^{G Am}I could still hold my ^GDaddy's ^Fhand ^{G Am}Looking out my b^Gack ^Fdoor He said, "this is your ^Gland...... son this is your l^G7and"

^CI met my ^Gmaker at the break of ^Fdawn, Well i was ^Cthinking bout my ^Gkids and I didnt hear his ^Amone bullet ^Fsong ^CThe rustle of the ^Gleaves underneath my ^Fblood-stained hands ^FAnd as I gasp for one last breath I wonder, ^Gwhat kind of man I ^G7am?

^CTake me ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CJust get me ^Gout of this wretched ^Fplace ^CJust take me ^Gon back home to ^FDixie ^CI just wanna ^Gsee her smiling ^FSouthern face

^CLying face ^Gup looking at the ^Famber sky ^COne last ^Gthought of her.^F....before i die