Roger Alan Wade - Matthew mark luke and earnhardt

^DDaddy's neck was red as the words of ^Cadd9Jesus in ^GMama's King James ^Dbible I was ^Gborn by the buckle of the ^Cadd9bible belt, ^Gborn again by rev^Dival ^GMama loved Swaggart and ^Cadd9Daddy loved Haggard and ^GGrandpa run moons^Dhine And my b^Grother Billy died on a ^Cadd9Carolina night met J^Gesus at the finish ^Dline

^DMatthew ^Cadd9Mark Luke and ^GEarnhardt ^DStomp your ^Cadd9feet and clap your h^Gands ^DMatthew ^Cadd9Mark Luke and ^GEarnhardt ^DThat's the way it i^Cadd9s down in Dixie^Gland

^DWe used to line 'em ^Cadd9up on Brainerd ^Groad, out on that s^Dtraight stretch ^GHook them Chevy's up ^Cadd9side by side ^Gfrom paycheck to p^Daycheck ^GMam loved Swaggart and ^Cadd9Daddy loved Haggard, I ^Gloved that Hickory ^DWind It's the ^Dkinda thing I still ^Cadd9can't explain, it's a ^GSouthern thing I don't under^Dstand

^DMatthew ^Cadd9Mark Luke and ^GEarnhardt ^DStomp your ^Cadd9feet and clap your h^Gands ^DMatthew ^Cadd9Mark Luke and ^GEarnhardt ^DHere he comes, t^Cadd9here he goes and he ^Gain't comin' back a^Dgain, no no ^DI can hear him ^Cadd9ridin' off in that ^GKannnapolis ^Dwind ^DYou bet your sweet ass you'll ^Cadd9never see Junior ^GJohnson cry a^Dgain