Chords for Bury Me in Southern Ground
Tempo:
114.75 bpm
Chords used:
Em
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D
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
[Em]
[G] I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the end.
In [D] Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[Em]
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost [F#] gone and Southern Brown died [Em] along.
[G]
My final hour is drawing [G] near, so friend come sit by me right here.
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die.
Please give your word this vow you'll [G] keep.
When I return to earth to sleep, let [D] me dream forever under Southern land
with [Am] my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand.
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em]
or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Rend in my time of [D]
darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand.
[D] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not [Em] when they lay me down.
Just bury [D#] me in Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
One last look at the countryside [G]
before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [F#] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death.
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
[D]
I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust.
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] or they lay me down to [C] rest.
[G] Rend in my time [D] of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [D#] me in [Em] Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
[G] Oh, I wish I [D] was in the land of [Em] cotton.
No times there [C] are not [G] forgotten.
Look away, look away, look [D] away.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [Em] final stand.
[D] [G] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Bm] not when [Em] they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [B] me in [Em] Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
[N]
[Em]
[G] I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the end.
In [D] Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[Em]
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost [F#] gone and Southern Brown died [Em] along.
[G]
My final hour is drawing [G] near, so friend come sit by me right here.
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die.
Please give your word this vow you'll [G] keep.
When I return to earth to sleep, let [D] me dream forever under Southern land
with [Am] my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand.
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em]
or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Rend in my time of [D]
darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand.
[D] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not [Em] when they lay me down.
Just bury [D#] me in Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
One last look at the countryside [G]
before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [F#] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death.
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
[D]
I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust.
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] or they lay me down to [C] rest.
[G] Rend in my time [D] of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [D#] me in [Em] Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
[G] Oh, I wish I [D] was in the land of [Em] cotton.
No times there [C] are not [G] forgotten.
Look away, look away, look [D] away.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [Em] final stand.
[D] [G] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Bm] not when [Em] they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [B] me in [Em] Southern ground.
[G] [D] [Em]
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I was born in Dixieland, _ _ unreconstructed till the end.
In [D] Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[Em] _ _ _ _
_ They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost [F#] gone and Southern Brown died [Em] along. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
My final hour is drawing [G] near, so friend come sit by me right here.
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die. _
_ _ _ Please give your word this vow you'll [G] keep.
When I return to earth to sleep, let [D] me dream forever under Southern land
with [Am] my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] _ _
or they lay me [C] down to _ rest.
_ [G] _ Rend in my time of [D]
darkness, _ _ [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand.
_ [D] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not [Em] when they lay me down.
Just bury [D#] me in Southern ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ One last look at the countryside [G] _
before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [F#] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death.
_ _ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
_ [D]
I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] or they lay me down to [C] rest. _
_ [G] _ Rend in my time [D] of darkness, _ [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [D#] me in [Em] Southern ground. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Oh, I wish I [D] was in the land of [Em] cotton.
No times there [C] are not [G] forgotten.
Look away, look away, look [D] away.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [Em] final stand.
_ [D] _ [G] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Bm] not when [Em] they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [B] me in [Em] Southern ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I was born in Dixieland, _ _ unreconstructed till the end.
In [D] Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[Em] _ _ _ _
_ They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost [F#] gone and Southern Brown died [Em] along. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
My final hour is drawing [G] near, so friend come sit by me right here.
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die. _
_ _ _ Please give your word this vow you'll [G] keep.
When I return to earth to sleep, let [D] me dream forever under Southern land
with [Am] my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] _ _
or they lay me [C] down to _ rest.
_ [G] _ Rend in my time of [D]
darkness, _ _ [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand.
_ [D] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not [Em] when they lay me down.
Just bury [D#] me in Southern ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ One last look at the countryside [G] _
before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [F#] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death.
_ _ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
_ [D]
I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] or they lay me down to [C] rest. _
_ [G] _ Rend in my time [D] of darkness, _ [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [D#] me in [Em] Southern ground. _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Oh, I wish I [D] was in the land of [Em] cotton.
No times there [C] are not [G] forgotten.
Look away, look away, look [D] away.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [Em] final stand.
_ [D] _ [G] I don't care if I'm in [D] a box or [Bm] not when [Em] they [C] lay me [G] down.
Just bury [B] me in [Em] Southern ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _