Chords for Moccasin Creek - Southern Renegade (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ [Eb] I'm proud, I ain't [C] ashamed, and I don't give a damn, take what you [D] can.
Hey, I'm a son, [D] renegade, standing tall in crowds of [Eb] saints.
I'll stand confident till the [C] day they put me six feet in my [D] grave.
On the day I was born, yeah, they all gathered [D] round.
Got the cops on the horn, said, look what we found.
[Ebm] They thought we were a dime breed, proving them [C] wrong.
I'm the king of the dirty south [Db] mud on my throne.
[D] It's sink or swim, but where I swim, you'll sink.
[D] And I don't give a damn, Jack, what you think.
[Eb] Yeah, the tides have turned, but the clock has [C] changed.
You can call me true grit, but I [Ab] ain't John [D] Wayne.
I'm a renegade, a rebel flag [D] nightmare.
Been walking tall since I outgrew my [Eb] high chair.
Born ready, fat, chew in my [C] mouth.
Rebel pride ain't a shame, I grew [Db] up in the south.
[D] Where your family had your back, you could call them your [D] friends.
Yeah, I'm up in the truck and ride the wheels to the end.
[Eb] I'm a stay-30, shout out to how I was raised.
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Redneck, walking tall till they threw [D] me in the grave.
I'm a son, [D] renegade, come straight forward, born and [Eb] raised.
Rebel pride ain't a [C] shame, and I don't give a damn, Jack, what you [D] think.
I'm a son, _ [D] renegade, standing tall and proud to say.
[Eb] I stay confident till the day [C] they put me six feet [Ab] in my [D] grave.
You can call me called, but can't walk the walk.
[D] You're a snore ball, country boy, it ain't my fault.
[Eb] I'm a wild coyote on a late night stroll.
[C] I'm that renegade chief, [Db] top of the [D] totem pole.
Swamp rat, rebel [Eb] flag on my back, [D] Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama,
to the [Eb] capital X, Southern thing, they're mocking some sting.
[C] Learage hits you like that venom, one bite, [Db] killing [D] everything.
Sneak attack, yeah, [Bb] don't blink.
[D] I'm a straight glass of whiskey, you're an umbrella, pretty [Eb] drink.
Hardcore, bleeding red, white, and blue.
[C] Walk tall like Sheriff Bupred and that whole [Db] damn crew.
[D] It's a cattle crossing, the [Eb] bulls coming [D] through.
The south never got you, I thought you knew.
[Eb] Take the tall Georgia pine, chop it up for a way.
[G] Dig it six feet deep, and I'm a hop [Ab] in that grave.
[D] _ _ [Eb] Southern [D] renegade, country boy, born and [Eb] raised.
Rebel pride, I ain't ashamed, [C] and I don't give a damn, care what [Db] you think.
[D] Southern _ [Bb] [D] renegade, standing tall in proud [Eb] disdain.
I stay country till the day [C] they put no C-screen in [Db] the [Dm] grave. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Db] _ [N] I don't even want to know what's going on back there in those woods.
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