Hard Times in Dixie Chords by Bobby Horton
Tempo:
117.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Hear the mournful music swell, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Hear rebellions funeral nail, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Everything is going [G] wrong, [D] rations short [A] and faces long.
[D] And the burden of [G] their song, [D] it's [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Rat is close up on their track, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Southern fire won't turn him back, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
When the zero's tested well, what cares he for [A] shock or shell.
[D] Southern brag or southern swell, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Uncle Abe don't pledge a bid [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Tough as any rail, he's split hard up in Dixie.
Holding out his [G] honest [D] hands, welcoming [A] all loyal [D] bands.
Abraham well [G] understands [D] they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Butler with his soldiers, true [G] makes hard [D] times in Dixie.
When he came, the rebels knew [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Johnny Rebs don't see [G] the fun, [D] the walk begins [A] and credits done.
[D] White men works and black folks run, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Beat the drum and toll the bell [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Chant rebellious, doodle bell, hard times in Dixie.
At the mall or the land [G] and sea, [D] folks with the [A] banner of the free.
[D] Traders shall forever [G] be [D] [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] We're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Hear the mournful music swell, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Hear rebellions funeral nail, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Everything is going [G] wrong, [D] rations short [A] and faces long.
[D] And the burden of [G] their song, [D] it's [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Rat is close up on their track, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Southern fire won't turn him back, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
When the zero's tested well, what cares he for [A] shock or shell.
[D] Southern brag or southern swell, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Uncle Abe don't pledge a bid [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Tough as any rail, he's split hard up in Dixie.
Holding out his [G] honest [D] hands, welcoming [A] all loyal [D] bands.
Abraham well [G] understands [D] they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Butler with his soldiers, true [G] makes hard [D] times in Dixie.
When he came, the rebels knew [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Johnny Rebs don't see [G] the fun, [D] the walk begins [A] and credits done.
[D] White men works and black folks run, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] [A] [D]
Beat the drum and toll the bell [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Chant rebellious, doodle bell, hard times in Dixie.
At the mall or the land [G] and sea, [D] folks with the [A] banner of the free.
[D] Traders shall forever [G] be [D] [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [D] We're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Hear the mournful music swell, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Hear rebellions funeral nail, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Everything is going [G] wrong, [D] rations short [A] and faces long.
[D] And the burden of [G] their song, [D] it's [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Rat is close up on their track, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Southern fire won't turn him back, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
When the zero's tested well, what cares he for [A] shock or shell.
[D] Southern brag or southern swell, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in _ Dixie.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
_ Uncle Abe don't pledge a bid [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Tough as any rail, he's split hard up in Dixie.
Holding out his [G] honest [D] hands, welcoming [A] all loyal [D] bands.
Abraham well [G] understands [D] they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Butler with his soldiers, true [G] makes hard [D] times in Dixie.
When he came, the rebels knew [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Johnny Rebs don't see [G] the fun, [D] the walk begins [A] and credits done.
[D] White men works and black folks run, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Beat the drum and toll the bell [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Chant rebellious, doodle bell, hard times in Dixie.
At the mall or the land [G] and sea, [D] folks with the [A] banner of the free.
[D] Traders shall forever [G] be [D] [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] We're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Hear the mournful music swell, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Hear rebellions funeral nail, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Everything is going [G] wrong, [D] rations short [A] and faces long.
[D] And the burden of [G] their song, [D] it's [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Rat is close up on their track, [G] it's hard [D] times in Dixie.
Southern fire won't turn him back, [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
When the zero's tested well, what cares he for [A] shock or shell.
[D] Southern brag or southern swell, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in _ Dixie.
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
_ Uncle Abe don't pledge a bid [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Tough as any rail, he's split hard up in Dixie.
Holding out his [G] honest [D] hands, welcoming [A] all loyal [D] bands.
Abraham well [G] understands [D] they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Butler with his soldiers, true [G] makes hard [D] times in Dixie.
When he came, the rebels knew [G] hard [D] times in Dixie.
Johnny Rebs don't see [G] the fun, [D] the walk begins [A] and credits done.
[D] White men works and black folks run, they're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _
Beat the drum and toll the bell [G] for hard [D] times in Dixie.
Chant rebellious, doodle bell, hard times in Dixie.
At the mall or the land [G] and sea, [D] folks with the [A] banner of the free.
[D] Traders shall forever [G] be [D] [A] hard up [D] in Dixie.
Rations up and funds so low, [G] foemen come [A] and black folks go.
[D] Worst of all, [G] the Yankees know [D] we're hard [A] up [D] in Dixie.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] We're [A] hard up [D] in Dixie. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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