Frank Foster - Bringin my pole

^EWay up yonder,^{B A E} up there behind them pearly gates,^{B A E E}is there a place, Lord I wonder,^{B A E} where a good old boy can stay?^E

Cause I ^Blove the life I ^Alive down in the ^Esouth land. There ain't ^Bnothing like being ^Abelow the old mason ^Eline. And if ^Bheaven ain't a lot like ^Adixie, Lord you ^Eknow I still wanna go, I just ^Bhope you got a dirt road that ^Aleads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my ^Epole. ^{B A E}

^{B A}I don't ^Eclaim to be no saint,^{B A E}doing my best to get a little better every day ^{B A}And when they asked me, "^EFrank, won't you tell me, why do you drin^Bk?^A" Cause I know ^EI'll fly away.

Cause I ^Blove the life I ^Alive down in the ^Esouth land. There ain't ^Bnothing like being ^Abelow the old mason ^Eline. And if ^Bheaven ain't a lot like ^Adixie, Lord you ^Eknow I still wanna go, I just ^Bhope you got a dirt road that ^Aleads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my ^Epole.

Lord I hope I ^Elive me a long time until I'm old and grey. ^{B A E}And when I face my final hour, this here's what I'm gonna say.^{B A}

Well ^BI sure did love my ^Alife down in the ^Esouth land. There was ^Bnothing like being ^Abelow this old mason ^Eline. And if ^Bheaven ain't a lot like ^Adixie, Lord you ^Eknow I still wanna go, I just ^Bhope you got a dirt road that ^Aleads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my ^Epole. I just ^Bhope you got a dirt road that ^Aleads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my ^Epole.