Ron Pope - Southern cross

^GShe was a hard, hard woman with a pilgrim soul, ^DHad a face all lined from I don’t know ^CWhere she has been, But now she’s here with ^Gme.

^GWe headed North on 29 through ^DKansas City, 4th of July. In th^Ce late night fog, There were fireworks to^G see.

And when I’m ^Clost, you are my ^GTrue ^DNorth. Carry the w^Ceight of my ^GSouthern ^DCross. And though it ^Cburns, you don’t ^Gfear the ^Dhurt, You were ^Emborn from the ^Ddust, you were ^Craised in the ^Gdirt.

^GWe were all hopped up on kerosene, ^DOr something else that burns, it seemed ^CThat we would never ^GPut the fire out.

^GI got down on my knees to pray, ^DForgot the words I used to say, ^CWhen I was young, Each night ‘fore I laid^G down.

And when I’m ^Clost, you are my ^GTrue ^DNorth. Carry the w^Ceight of my ^GSouthern ^DCross. And though it ^Cburns, you don’t ^Gfear the ^Dhurt, You were ^Emborn from the ^Ddust, you were ^Craised in the ^Gdirt. You were ^Emborn from the ^Ddust, you were ^Craised in the ^Gdirt.

I’ve been ^Emcounting stars ^Cabove the water, ^GEvenin’s winding ^Cdown. Just ^Emthinking bout the t^Chings I’ve seen and ^Gwher^Eme I^C’m running now. And ^Emwhen the sun comes up ^Ctomorrow I^G’ll be h^Deaded ^Cout. Yeah ^Emthat’s the part I ^Gknow could tear me ^Ddown.

And when I’m ^Clost, you are my ^GTrue ^DNorth. Carry the w^Ceight of my ^GSouthern ^DCross. And though it ^Cburns, you don’t ^Gfear the ^Dhurt, You were ^Emborn from the ^Ddust, you were ^Craised in the ^Gdirt. You were ^Emborn from the ^Ddust, you were ^Craised in the ^Gdirt. You w^Emere born from ^Dthe dust, you w^Cere raised in ^Gthe dirt.