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Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
These are the chords shapes to play the song with your guitar tuned a half step down. Transcribe (-1) to get the actual chords of the song if you're into that. Adopted from the chords created by Orion Farr, I've tried to line up the chords with the right part of the lyrics, let me know if I missed anything. When transitioning from G to Em, you can pick a half step down from fretboard G to F# (Actual notes F# to F) before hitting Em to do the walk down. [Verse]
GHere's to the Emstate of MissiDssippi, for Gunderneath her borders, the Fdevil draws no lines. If you Gdrag her muddy rivers, nameless Fbodies you will find. whoa, the Gfat trees of the forest have Fhid a thousand crimes, the Gcalender is Emlyin' when it Amreads the present Dtime.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Empeople of MissisDsippi, who Gsay the folks up north, they Fjust don't understand. And they Gtremble in their shadows at the tFhunder of the Klan, the Gsweating of their souls can't wash the Fblood from off their hands, they Gsmile and shrug their Emshoulders at the Ammurder of a Dman.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Emschools of MissisDsippi, where they're Gteaching all the children that Fthey don't have to care, all the Grudiments of hatred are Fpresent everywhere, and Gevery single classroom is a Ffactory of despair, and Gthere's nobody Emlearning such a Amforeign word as “Dfair”.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Emcops of MissisDsippi, they're Gchewing their tobacco as they Flock the prison door, their Gbellies bounce inside them when they Fknock you to the floor, no, they Gdon't like taking prisoners in their Fprivate little war, and beGhind their broken Embadges there are Ammurderers and Dmore.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And, hGere's to the Emjudges of MissisDsippi, who Gwear the robe of honor as they Fcrawl into the court, they're Gguarding all the bastions of their Fphony legal fort, oh, Gjustice is a stranger when the Fprisoners report, when the Gblack man stands accEmused the Amtrial is always Dshort.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Emgovernment of MissisDsippi, in the Gswamp of their bureaucracy they're Falways bogging down, and Gcriminals are posing as the Fmayors of the towns, and they Ghope that no one sees the sights, and Fno one hears the sounds, and the Gspeeches of the Emgovernor are the rAmavings of a Dclown.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Emlaws of MissisDsippi, GCongressmen will gather in a Fcircus of delay, while the GConstitution’s drowning in an Focean of decay, unwed Gmothers should be sterilized, I've Feven heard them say, yes, Gcorruption can be Emclassic in the AmMississippi Dway.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!
[Verse]
And Ghere's to the Emchurches of MissisDsippi, where the Gcross, once made of silver, Fnow is caked with rust, and the GSunday morning sermons Fpander to their lust, the Gfallen face of Jesus is Fchoking in the dust, and Gheaven only Emknows in Amwhich God they can Dtrust.
[Chorus]
Whoa, Ghere's to the Emland you've Ctorn out the Gheart of, MissiGssippi, find yourEmself another Dcountry to be Gpart of!