Chords for Canoochee Revisited - Larry Jon Wilson

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_ _ _ I was born in a small town in South Georgia.
_ _ Moved to a large city when I was about four.
_ _ _ _ _ My big brother Billy Joe and Mama, Papa.
_ We all joined a big church except Papa. _ _ _ _ _
[D] He'd always go back down [A] to the country, [E] to the little country churches.
He'd always gone [Em] to _ [A] _ [E] _ _ Canoochee and [Em] Hebron, _ _ [D#] Rosemary [E] and Long Creek.
_ [A] _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [E] Being his baby boy, I'd always [C#m] go with [E] him.
_ [A] _ _ [E] I learned to love it, really.
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I was about 12 or 13 at the [A] _ [E]
period I'm [A] thinking about now.
[E] _ _ _ [A] I'm sure [E] my reasons for going weren't always what they [Em] should be.
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_ [A] I hope to see [Em] Kay [D] Simmons there,
[Am] _ [A] _ _ Sitting next to her any chance [E] I can.
Yeah, [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ ooh, ooh, ooh. _
_ _ [A] Sitting in the back with you holding hands.
_ Only paying attention to you preaching about the [E] Jesus man.
Talking about the Jesus _ man.
Talking about the Jesus man.
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_ _ _ [E] Everybody had to bring food to these little [G] churches
_ [E] because the services lasted from morning [A] until [G] dark.
[E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ Somebody would always bring a little [E] barbecue and deviled egg
[G] and _ [E] ham biscuits [Bm] and sausage [Em] biscuits.
_ _ [G] _ [E] _ My mama [G] always made us a big plate crock,
_ [E] _ _ baked [D] beans and smoked bacon.
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And we'd gather at someone's house, whoever had plenty of room,
_ [G] _ and [E] after the services, we'd tell stories _ and usually make some music.
_ _ _ _ [Em] [A] Old Doc Henry played the five-string band.
_ The man who picked it like a three-piece [E] bluegrass band. _
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_ _ _ _ [A] We'd be hanging off the lawn, porch, cloud, and hill,
living around and singing to the _ _ _ _ [Am] _
Jesus [E] man.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ The heat in the little churches was always provided by the potbelly [Dm] stoves,
[D#] _ [E] two-by-two [Em] steel rug, _ _
_ [E] _ somebody to stoke [D] it during the service without you ever [E] even knowing.
_ _ _ Air conditioning [D#] was a [E] paper fan in your [A] hand.
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_ [E] It didn't name a [Bm] local mortician [G] printed on the back.
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_ [E] _ There was no musical [A] accompaniment at all.
_ Mama sang a melody, pops sang bass.
_ I'd do the harmony to a mason's crane.
Billy Joe would do the best he can,
singing hallelujah to the _ _ _ _ _ [E] Jesus man. _
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_ _ _ _ Rock my soul in the bosom of [A] Abraham.
Rock _ _ _ _ _ [E] my _ [F#] soul [C#] in the [G#m] bosom of [A] Abraham.
Rock _ my _ _ _ [E] _ soul in the bosom of _ [F#m] _ Abraham. _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ Lord, _ _ Lord, _ Lord, _ _ _ Lord, Lord.
[E] Rock my soul.
We are not alone. _ _ _ _ _
We are not alone. _ _ _ _
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