The Stanfields - Southlands

I was ^Dborn in this ^Gland and I run among the ^Dbarley I remember those times like yester^Gday I knew ^Dnothing of me ^Gfather, just the tales told by me ^Dmother As we slept by the horses in the ^Ghay

In the ^EmSouthlands she'd ^Bmsay they take ^Drest in their ^Ggoose beds And ^Dloll away on the cold winter ^Gnights But don't be ^Emleaving nor ^Bmreaving like a ^Dborderless ^Gheathen Like your ^Ddaddy who took the ^Cwrong ^Gway home

With the ^Dwind at our ^Gbacks we took our leave after the ^Dharvest Thirteen men and their charges rode a^Gway We ^Dforged through the ^Grains, hit like hammers upon the ^Danvil But returned only few upon the ^Gday

In the ^EmSouthlands we ^Bmpaid with our ^Dfair share of ^Gblood Upon our ^Dsaddles and a lifetime of ^Gtears I was ^Emthieving, I was ^Bmreaving like a ^Dborderless ^Gheathen Like my ^Ddaddy, I took the ^Cwrong ^Gway home

^AGhost and kin come to me at every ^F#mhour Somewhere ^Dout there in the ^Amist Lay a ^Bmchild who never will ^F#mrun among the barley (^Drun among the barley) ^AGhost and kin come to me at every ^F#mhour Somewhere ^Dout there in the ^Amist Lay a ^Bmchild who never will ^F#mrun among the barley (^Drun among the barley) ^AGhost and kin come to me at every ^F#mhour every day And they ^Dwon't let me for^Aget About a ^Bmchild who never will ^F#mrun among the barley (^Drun among the barley) ^F#mRun among the barley (^Drun among the barley) ^F#mRun among the barley, ^Drun among the barley ^A