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Capo: 2
Nabbed this off passingafternoon.com, but it ought to be up here... Capo 2
Cjust like the way that you ran to wine when they Fmade the new milk turn GJesus, a friend in the better times let your Fmother's bible burn Cfreedom, a fever you suffered through and the Fdog drank from your cup Gfrozen, the river that baptized you and the Fhorse died standing up
F but when a southern anthem CriGngFs she will buckle to that CsoGunFd when that southern anthem CsiGngFs it will lay her burdens CdoGwn F
Just like the way you lost your guns When they cut the clothesline loose Jesus, a friend of the weaker ones Said, "I'm all they stole from you" Freedom, a thistle that withered dry Still a baby in your hands Frozen, the ground refused to die And the guitar rose again But when that southern anthem rings She will buckle to the sound When that southern anthem rings It will lay her burdens down