Parquet Courts - Uncast shadow of a southern myth

^DId seen the bloodlands of An^Bmtietam ^D The shotgun shack in Tupelo ^Bm But a ^Dbrick circumference left ^Amhollow by Sherman ^G Crumbling before me ^Emhow it moans

^DHis shape swallows my r^Bmecollection ^DThat phantom silhouette i^Bmmplied ^DStrange fruit rotting from an a^Amir morning hotter than hell ^G Is this the king’s la^Emst man Ive spied

^DI stood there beside my c^Bmompanion ^DScratching a rumor he had heard^{Bm D}Do you have a gun? What? He said, y^Ameah, you mean this one? ^GStraight down the barrel was his wor^Emd

^DAnd I smelt the fumes he inhaled sw^Bmiftly ^DEach word was hinged upon his c^Bmhoke ^DLike kudzu creeping up a ^Amstate tree discretely ^G Forever bending as it b^Emroke

^DAnd I heard the jangling keys of G^Bmraceland ^DRing from his teeth stained round from ^Bmcoke ^DDrunk and stumbling like a ^Amman of distinction ^G They clamored shaking as^Em he spoke

^DOf droves of pilgrims at his d^Bmoorway ^DOf Reagan, Carter, Clinton, G^Bmore ^DFortunes offered them, ^Amrefused routinely ^GThis aint no damn auction house he sw^Emore

^DBlack male standing around 6 foot som^Bmething ^DEbbs through the waves of small town ^Bmbias ^DA minute coldly from ^Amsouthern affection ^G Collides secretly into n^Emight

^DForgive those who trespass against^Bm us ^DBegan the dead intruders p^Bmlea ^DInto the very muzzl^Ame I’d once bit into^G He gives the last words he will s^Empeak

^DThat broken glass supports forced ^Bmentry ^DReminds his lawyer through the ph^Bmone ^DWhat southern judge do you kno^Amw, comforting gently ^GWho jails white men who defend their ^Emhome

^DNo souls are present for the mom^Bment ^DHis bombed out brick walls finally f^Bmell ^DLying face down in the ^Amthroes of atonement ^GChecked out of the Heartbreak Ho^Emtel

^DIt’s th^Ae uncas^Gt shado^Dw of a ^Asouther^Gn myth x5