Whiskey Myers - Ballad of a southern man

^GMy first ^Drifle was a .^C243^G, ^EmPapa gave ^DDaddy and ^CDaddy gave to ^Gme, and they ^Gtaught me how to ^Dshoot with a ^Csteady ^Emhand, I ^Emguess thats ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand.

^GNow I grew ^Dup on a ^Cprison ^Gfarm, ^Emsneaking pulls of ^Dshine from a ^Cmason ^Gjar, used to go ^Dfishing out ^Cpickle creek ^Emdam, but I ^Emguess that’s ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand.

^CGrandma’s in the ^Gkitchen; ^CPapa’s ^Gdrunk past ^Ddawn; We ^Csit out on the ^Gfront porch, Just a ^Empickin’ ^Don the ^Csong; and there's blood on the ^Gtable, cause we ^Cwork for ^Gwhat we ^Dhave; and I was ^Emraised ^Din this ^Cland, I ^Emguess that’s ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand.

^GI still ^Dfly that ^Csouthern ^Gflag, ^Emwhistling ^DDixieland ^Cenough to ^Gbrag, and I ^Gknow all the w^Dords to ^Csimple ^Emman, I guess thats ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand. I ^Gpledge my alle^Dgiance the or^Ciginal ^Gway, ^Emsay Merry ^DChristmas not ^Chappy holi^Gdays, I cant ^Gchange my ^Dways I ^Cknow who I ^Emam, I ^Emguess thats ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand.

^CGrandma’s in the k^Gitchen; ^CPapa’s ^Gdrunk past ^Ddawn; We ^Csit out on the ^Gfront porch, Just a ^Empickin’ ^Don the ^Csong; and there's blood on the ^Gtable, cause we ^Cwork for ^Gwhat we ^Dhave; and I was ^Emraised ^Din this ^Cland, I ^Emguess that’s ^Dsomething you ^Cdon't under^Gstand.

^BbThey'll grind us up in a bi^Fg machine; ^CThey'll feed us all on the ^Gsame beliefs, ^Bb Holy ^Fdollar and a credit ^Ccard; ^Bb but we got a way of ^Fdoing things, ^C and no bankers gonna ^Gsteal from me; ^Dthey wanna tear it all apart.

Gr^Candma’s in the kitche^Gn; ^CPapa’s ^Gdrunk past ^Ddawn; We ^Csit out on the f^Gront porch, Just a ^Empickin’ o^Dn the s^Cong; And there’s a Bible on the t^Gable ‘Cause he ^Cbled, for w^Ghat we h^Dave And the ^EmBallad of a ^DSouthern ^Cman I ^Emguess that’s s^Domething you d^Con't underst^Gand.

^GMy first ^Drifle was a .^C24^G3, ^EmPapa gave D^Daddy and D^Caddy gave to m^Ge.