The Weeks - Slave to south

^F#I’m a slave to the south there’s a^C curse on th^F#is house ^F#I’ve been dying to leave but I^C just can’t g^F#et out ^F#I’ve always been drawn to ^Cone wooden sh^F#ack ^F#And a man with the weight of the w^Corld on his ba^F#ck

^F#I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve go^Ct tears in m^F#y eyes ^F#And ill work in these fields for the r^Cest of my l^F#ife ^F#Like my father before me who w^Corked every d^F#ay ^F#And I’ll be damned if I let someone^C take that from^F# me

^AmWell a life full of riches means nothing to me W^Cith a full of joy there that no one can see A^Bmnd a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free A^Dnd somebody there who’s still waiting for me

^F#And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains ^EmWith a sky that’s a^Ds blue as the blood in m^F#y veins And^Em a burnt cigaret^Dte sits on s^F#ome window pane With the^Em loud laughs and^D thunder in a sl^F#ow southern state

^F#I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been pra^Cying for^F# rain ^F#And I screamed at them skies but the ^Cdrops never ca^F#me ^F#Well with sun on my face and with g^Cod on my sid^F#e ^F#Who will I blame if those c^Crops, they don’t^F# rise

^F#Well I always hoped life wouldn’^Ct end up like^F# this ^F#With a well that’s gone dry and ^Ca cross in m^F#y fist ^F#Well if my hair has gone gray and its rai^Cns still ain’t^F# came ^F#Well then well wade in that river, le^Ct it take us awa^F#y

W^Amell a life full of riches means nothing to me W^Cith a full of joy there that no one can see A^Bmnd a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free A^Dnd somebody there who’s still waiting for me

^F#And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains ^EmWith a sky that’s a^Ds blue as the blood in m^F#y veins And^Em a burnt cigaret^Dte sits on s^F#ome window pane With the^Em loud laughs and^D thunder in a sl^F#ow southern state