Land Of Cotton Chords by Johnathan East
Tempo:
72.2 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
G#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#m] [B] [G#m]
[B] [E]
[F#] Well I come [B] from Alabama, way [F#] down in [B] Dixon Lane, Confederate flag flying high, and a
[E] good book in my hand.
Now [F#] I ain't [B] hurt nobody, and [D#m] I don't hate [B] no one.
Say what you will,
but don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born
down south in an old [E] farmhouse on a cool October night.
Raised on [B] the same piece of
ground as [E] some great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the [B] blood and taught how to
love and it won't soon [C#m] be forgotten.
God I'm proud to be here [E] still living in the [G#m] land
of [B] copper.
[G#m]
[B] Now I heard some people talking, putting down our southern way, and I'm sure
[F#] they're proud of me.
But I ain't one [B] to take our freedom [E] guns and God away.
I am [B] just a
poor boy, son of a preacher man.
But [F#] you best [B] believe I'm proud to go [E] and make my stand
[F#] here in Dixon Lane.
I was born down south [B] in an old farmhouse on a cool [F#] October [B] night.
Raised [F#] on the same [B] piece of ground as some great [E] cold soldiers died.
I've been washed
in the [B] blood and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
[B] God I'm proud to
be [E] here still living in the [G#] land of copper.
[B]
[G#m] [B] [E]
Well on the day [B] I die, won't you lay me down
beneath that Alabama mud.
Sing [F#] a song, say [B] a prayer, and leave me right there beneath
the [E] land I love.
Yeah, [F#] the land I love.
I was born down [B] south in an old farmhouse on
a [F#] cool [B] October night.
[F#] Raised on the same [B] piece of ground as some [E] great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the blood [B] and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
[B] God
I'm proud to be here still living in [G#] the land of copper.
[B]
[G#m] [F#] [B] [E]
[G#m] [F#] [B] [G#m]
[B] [E]
[G#m] Well I [B] come from Alabama, [G#m] we're down [B] in Dixon Lane.
[D#m] Confederate [B] flag flying high and a good
[E] book in my hand.
[F#] I [B] ain't hurt nobody and [F#] I don't [B] hate no one.
Say what you will but
don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born down
[B] [E]
[F#] Well I come [B] from Alabama, way [F#] down in [B] Dixon Lane, Confederate flag flying high, and a
[E] good book in my hand.
Now [F#] I ain't [B] hurt nobody, and [D#m] I don't hate [B] no one.
Say what you will,
but don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born
down south in an old [E] farmhouse on a cool October night.
Raised on [B] the same piece of
ground as [E] some great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the [B] blood and taught how to
love and it won't soon [C#m] be forgotten.
God I'm proud to be here [E] still living in the [G#m] land
of [B] copper.
[G#m]
[B] Now I heard some people talking, putting down our southern way, and I'm sure
[F#] they're proud of me.
But I ain't one [B] to take our freedom [E] guns and God away.
I am [B] just a
poor boy, son of a preacher man.
But [F#] you best [B] believe I'm proud to go [E] and make my stand
[F#] here in Dixon Lane.
I was born down south [B] in an old farmhouse on a cool [F#] October [B] night.
Raised [F#] on the same [B] piece of ground as some great [E] cold soldiers died.
I've been washed
in the [B] blood and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
[B] God I'm proud to
be [E] here still living in the [G#] land of copper.
[B]
[G#m] [B] [E]
Well on the day [B] I die, won't you lay me down
beneath that Alabama mud.
Sing [F#] a song, say [B] a prayer, and leave me right there beneath
the [E] land I love.
Yeah, [F#] the land I love.
I was born down [B] south in an old farmhouse on
a [F#] cool [B] October night.
[F#] Raised on the same [B] piece of ground as some [E] great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the blood [B] and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
[B] God
I'm proud to be here still living in [G#] the land of copper.
[B]
[G#m] [F#] [B] [E]
[G#m] [F#] [B] [G#m]
[B] [E]
[G#m] Well I [B] come from Alabama, [G#m] we're down [B] in Dixon Lane.
[D#m] Confederate [B] flag flying high and a good
[E] book in my hand.
[F#] I [B] ain't hurt nobody and [F#] I don't [B] hate no one.
Say what you will but
don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born down
Key:
B
F#
E
G#m
C#m
B
F#
E
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [G#m] _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [F#] Well I come [B] from Alabama, way [F#] down in [B] Dixon Lane, Confederate flag flying high, and a
[E] good book in my hand.
Now [F#] I ain't [B] hurt nobody, and [D#m] I don't hate [B] no one.
Say what you will,
but don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born
down south in an old [E] farmhouse on a cool October night.
Raised on [B] the same piece of
ground as [E] some great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the [B] blood and taught how to
love and it won't soon [C#m] be forgotten.
_ _ God I'm proud to be here [E] still living in the [G#m] land
of [B] copper.
_ _ [G#m] _
[B] _ _ Now I heard some people talking, putting down our southern way, and I'm sure
[F#] they're proud of me.
But I ain't one [B] to take our freedom [E] guns and God away.
_ I am [B] just a
poor boy, son of a preacher man.
But [F#] you best [B] believe I'm proud to go [E] and make my stand
[F#] here in Dixon Lane.
I was born down south [B] in an old farmhouse on a cool [F#] October [B] night.
Raised [F#] on the same [B] piece of ground as some great [E] cold soldiers died.
I've been washed
in the [B] blood and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
_ [B] God I'm proud to
be [E] here still living in the [G#] land of copper.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Well on the day [B] I die, won't you lay me down
beneath that Alabama mud.
Sing [F#] a song, say [B] a prayer, and leave me right there beneath
the [E] land I love.
Yeah, [F#] the land I love.
I was born down [B] south in an old farmhouse on
a [F#] cool [B] October night.
_ [F#] Raised on the same [B] piece of ground as some [E] great cold soldiers died.
_ I've been washed in the blood [B] and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
_ [B] God
I'm proud to be here still living in [G#] the land of copper.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [G#m] Well I [B] come from Alabama, [G#m] we're down [B] in Dixon Lane.
[D#m] Confederate [B] flag flying high and a good
[E] book in my hand.
_ [F#] I [B] ain't hurt nobody and [F#] I don't [B] hate no one.
Say what you will but
don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born down
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [F#] Well I come [B] from Alabama, way [F#] down in [B] Dixon Lane, Confederate flag flying high, and a
[E] good book in my hand.
Now [F#] I ain't [B] hurt nobody, and [D#m] I don't hate [B] no one.
Say what you will,
but don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born
down south in an old [E] farmhouse on a cool October night.
Raised on [B] the same piece of
ground as [E] some great cold soldiers died.
I've been washed in the [B] blood and taught how to
love and it won't soon [C#m] be forgotten.
_ _ God I'm proud to be here [E] still living in the [G#m] land
of [B] copper.
_ _ [G#m] _
[B] _ _ Now I heard some people talking, putting down our southern way, and I'm sure
[F#] they're proud of me.
But I ain't one [B] to take our freedom [E] guns and God away.
_ I am [B] just a
poor boy, son of a preacher man.
But [F#] you best [B] believe I'm proud to go [E] and make my stand
[F#] here in Dixon Lane.
I was born down south [B] in an old farmhouse on a cool [F#] October [B] night.
Raised [F#] on the same [B] piece of ground as some great [E] cold soldiers died.
I've been washed
in the [B] blood and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
_ [B] God I'm proud to
be [E] here still living in the [G#] land of copper.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Well on the day [B] I die, won't you lay me down
beneath that Alabama mud.
Sing [F#] a song, say [B] a prayer, and leave me right there beneath
the [E] land I love.
Yeah, [F#] the land I love.
I was born down [B] south in an old farmhouse on
a [F#] cool [B] October night.
_ [F#] Raised on the same [B] piece of ground as some [E] great cold soldiers died.
_ I've been washed in the blood [B] and taught how to love and it won't soon be [C#m] forgotten.
_ [B] God
I'm proud to be here still living in [G#] the land of copper.
[B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [G#m] Well I [B] come from Alabama, [G#m] we're down [B] in Dixon Lane.
[D#m] Confederate [B] flag flying high and a good
[E] book in my hand.
_ [F#] I [B] ain't hurt nobody and [F#] I don't [B] hate no one.
Say what you will but
don't blame me for [E] things that I ain't done.
[F#] Let me tell you something, I was born down