Misc Unsigned Bands - Ronald bushey - you dont know dixie

There's ^Ccotton in her fields, memor^Amies of the war, ^FSteep in traditions and ^Gso much more. Like ^Cold Tennessee whiskey, her ^Amstories are bold, But ^Fyou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome. ^C

Those ^CAppalachia mountains, re^Ammember the Alamo, ^FWarm Savannah nights watching ^Gfireflies glow. On that ^Cold Mississippi her ^Amsouthern roots roam, But ^Fyou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome. ^C7

^FYou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome, ^FStand in her ^Cshadow, walk in her ^Gbones. ^{G7 C}You don't know Dixie, if you're ^Fnever felt her ^Csoul, ^FYou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome.

There's ^Fmountain music playing in the ^CCarolina ^Ampines, ^GOld time pickers drinking ^Cwatermelon ^C7wine. There's ^Fblue in those mountains and that ^Cold Kentucky ^Ammoon, Hear the ^Ffiddle and ^Cbanjo play those ^Gsweet southern ^Ctunes. ^C7

^FYou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome, ^FStand in her ^Cshadow, walk in her ^Gbones. ^{G7 C}You don't know Dixie, if you're ^Fnever felt her ^Csoul, ^FYou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Chome.

^FYou don't know ^CDixie 'till ^Gyou call her ^Fhome. [Outro] C Am F G