Chords for Pierce Pettis - Legacy
Tempo:
107.45 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
C
F
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [A] [Am]
[C] [Dm] This song is called [G] Legacy.
[Fm] It's [G] a less than bucolic [Em] view of the South, [G] I guess.
The truth is it's [Am] really, it could be [C] about any place where people are [Dm] divided,
even though they may have a lot in common,
[F] and how those divisions are [G] passed down.
Oh, it is [Am] a legacy, [C] it was [Dm] handed down to me,
Of a poor dirt [F] farm and [Bm] a skinny [G] mule.
He parched [Am] the red [Em] clay [C] like it [Dm] was the Red Sea.
[G] It is [F] a legacy, both me [G] and you.
You are [B] a black [C] man, I am [Dm] a white [E] man.
[Dm] We both [G] come [F] from the Southland, both doing [G] the best we can.
We're the [Am] grim [Em] reaper, [C] it was my [Dm] brother's keeper.
[F] The way my brother was kept, small wonder [G] Jesus wept.
[Em] It is a legacy, it's [C] passed down to you and me.
What we're taught [Dm] to believe, we [F] do not question [Am] these things.
It [B] is a legacy, [Em] so [C] wild and bitter see.
It's scattered [Dm] on those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[G] You [F]
[C] [G] know, I've sung that [F] song all over [Em] the world,
and I've [C]
[F] [G]
gotten [Gb] some interesting reactions,
[G] including a letter I got one time from a guy in [Cm] Northern Ireland.
[G]
And [A] it was very interesting to me because when he [G] heard the song,
he really wasn't hearing a song about black people and white people,
and Americans [Am] in [G] the Southern United States,
he was hearing a song in his mind about Ireland.
And how [Am] tragic it was that [Em]
people who sprang from the same [F] tribes
and claim [G] to believe in the same God [Am] would emphasize their [G] differences
to the extent that they would [F] be at war,
and [G] [Am] how those differences keep being passed [G] down.
[C] There's a point in the [G] song where it says,
you know, [Am] you really don't have to [G] accept that.
Every person [F] can [G] break the cycle if they choose [Am] to.
It's like [B] [Cm]
Sundays [Am] we [C] congregate, we praise [Dm] Jesus past the plague.
[G] Sitting in [F] our Sunday best, singing [G] hymns and mopping sweat.
We [Am] learn the golden [C] rule in [Dm] separate Sunday schools,
[F] in a house long divided against [G] itself.
And it is [Em] a legacy that's passed [C] down to you and me,
what we [Dm] choose to believe.
[G] We dare not question [Am] these things.
It is [B] a legacy [Em] that's all [C] wild and a bittersweet.
Scattered on [Dm] those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[C] [F]
[G] Where the [Am] roots run [G] deep.
[F]
Oh, [G] where the roots [Am] run deep.
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[Em] [C]
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[Em] [A] [Am]
[C] [Dm] This song is called [G] Legacy.
[Fm] It's [G] a less than bucolic [Em] view of the South, [G] I guess.
The truth is it's [Am] really, it could be [C] about any place where people are [Dm] divided,
even though they may have a lot in common,
[F] and how those divisions are [G] passed down.
Oh, it is [Am] a legacy, [C] it was [Dm] handed down to me,
Of a poor dirt [F] farm and [Bm] a skinny [G] mule.
He parched [Am] the red [Em] clay [C] like it [Dm] was the Red Sea.
[G] It is [F] a legacy, both me [G] and you.
You are [B] a black [C] man, I am [Dm] a white [E] man.
[Dm] We both [G] come [F] from the Southland, both doing [G] the best we can.
We're the [Am] grim [Em] reaper, [C] it was my [Dm] brother's keeper.
[F] The way my brother was kept, small wonder [G] Jesus wept.
[Em] It is a legacy, it's [C] passed down to you and me.
What we're taught [Dm] to believe, we [F] do not question [Am] these things.
It [B] is a legacy, [Em] so [C] wild and bitter see.
It's scattered [Dm] on those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[G] You [F]
[C] [G] know, I've sung that [F] song all over [Em] the world,
and I've [C]
[F] [G]
gotten [Gb] some interesting reactions,
[G] including a letter I got one time from a guy in [Cm] Northern Ireland.
[G]
And [A] it was very interesting to me because when he [G] heard the song,
he really wasn't hearing a song about black people and white people,
and Americans [Am] in [G] the Southern United States,
he was hearing a song in his mind about Ireland.
And how [Am] tragic it was that [Em]
people who sprang from the same [F] tribes
and claim [G] to believe in the same God [Am] would emphasize their [G] differences
to the extent that they would [F] be at war,
and [G] [Am] how those differences keep being passed [G] down.
[C] There's a point in the [G] song where it says,
you know, [Am] you really don't have to [G] accept that.
Every person [F] can [G] break the cycle if they choose [Am] to.
It's like [B] [Cm]
Sundays [Am] we [C] congregate, we praise [Dm] Jesus past the plague.
[G] Sitting in [F] our Sunday best, singing [G] hymns and mopping sweat.
We [Am] learn the golden [C] rule in [Dm] separate Sunday schools,
[F] in a house long divided against [G] itself.
And it is [Em] a legacy that's passed [C] down to you and me,
what we [Dm] choose to believe.
[G] We dare not question [Am] these things.
It is [B] a legacy [Em] that's all [C] wild and a bittersweet.
Scattered on [Dm] those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[C] [F]
[G] Where the [Am] roots run [G] deep.
[F]
Oh, [G] where the roots [Am] run deep.
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[Em] [C]
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ [Am] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] This song is called [G] Legacy.
_ [Fm] _ It's [G] a less than bucolic [Em] view of the South, [G] I guess. _
The truth is it's [Am] really, it could be [C] about any place where people are [Dm] divided,
even though they may have a lot in common,
_ [F] and how _ those divisions are [G] passed down.
_ _ Oh, it is [Am] a legacy, _ [C] it was [Dm] handed down to me,
Of a poor dirt [F] farm _ and [Bm] a skinny [G] mule. _
_ He parched [Am] the red [Em] clay [C] like it [Dm] was the Red Sea.
_ _ [G] It is [F] a legacy, _ both me [G] and you. _
_ You are [B] a black [C] man, _ I am [Dm] a white [E] man.
[Dm] We both [G] come [F] from the Southland, both doing [G] the best we can.
We're the [Am] grim [Em] reaper, _ [C] it was my [Dm] brother's keeper.
_ _ [F] The way my brother was kept, small wonder [G] Jesus wept.
[Em] It is a legacy, _ it's [C] passed down to you and me.
What we're taught [Dm] to believe, _ we [F] do not question [Am] these things.
It [B] is a legacy, [Em] so [C] wild and bitter see.
It's scattered [Dm] on those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[G] You _ _ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ [G] know, I've sung that [F] song all over [Em] the world,
and I've [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [G] _ _
gotten [Gb] some interesting reactions,
[G] including a letter I got one time from a guy in [Cm] Northern Ireland.
[G] _
And [A] it was very interesting to me because when he [G] heard the song,
he really wasn't hearing a song about black people and white people,
and Americans [Am] in [G] the Southern United States,
he was hearing a song in his mind about Ireland. _ _
And how [Am] tragic it was that _ [Em]
people who sprang from the same [F] tribes
and claim [G] to believe in the same God [Am] would emphasize their [G] differences
to the extent that they would [F] be at war,
and [G] _ _ [Am] how those differences keep being passed [G] down.
_ _ [C] There's a point in the [G] song where it says,
you know, [Am] you really don't have to [G] accept that.
Every person [F] can [G] break the cycle if they choose [Am] to.
It's like [B] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Sundays [Am] we _ [C] congregate, we praise [Dm] Jesus past the plague.
_ [G] Sitting in [F] our Sunday best, singing [G] hymns and mopping sweat.
We [Am] learn the golden [C] rule _ in [Dm] separate Sunday _ schools,
[F] in a house long divided against [G] itself.
_ _ And it is [Em] a legacy that's passed [C] down to you and me,
_ what we [Dm] choose to believe.
[G] We dare not question [Am] these things.
It is [B] a legacy _ [Em] that's all [C] wild and a bittersweet.
Scattered on [Dm] those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[C] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ Where the [Am] roots run _ [G] deep.
_ [F] _ _
Oh, [G] where the roots [Am] run deep.
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[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ [Am] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] This song is called [G] Legacy.
_ [Fm] _ It's [G] a less than bucolic [Em] view of the South, [G] I guess. _
The truth is it's [Am] really, it could be [C] about any place where people are [Dm] divided,
even though they may have a lot in common,
_ [F] and how _ those divisions are [G] passed down.
_ _ Oh, it is [Am] a legacy, _ [C] it was [Dm] handed down to me,
Of a poor dirt [F] farm _ and [Bm] a skinny [G] mule. _
_ He parched [Am] the red [Em] clay [C] like it [Dm] was the Red Sea.
_ _ [G] It is [F] a legacy, _ both me [G] and you. _
_ You are [B] a black [C] man, _ I am [Dm] a white [E] man.
[Dm] We both [G] come [F] from the Southland, both doing [G] the best we can.
We're the [Am] grim [Em] reaper, _ [C] it was my [Dm] brother's keeper.
_ _ [F] The way my brother was kept, small wonder [G] Jesus wept.
[Em] It is a legacy, _ it's [C] passed down to you and me.
What we're taught [Dm] to believe, _ we [F] do not question [Am] these things.
It [B] is a legacy, [Em] so [C] wild and bitter see.
It's scattered [Dm] on those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[G] You _ _ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ [G] know, I've sung that [F] song all over [Em] the world,
and I've [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [G] _ _
gotten [Gb] some interesting reactions,
[G] including a letter I got one time from a guy in [Cm] Northern Ireland.
[G] _
And [A] it was very interesting to me because when he [G] heard the song,
he really wasn't hearing a song about black people and white people,
and Americans [Am] in [G] the Southern United States,
he was hearing a song in his mind about Ireland. _ _
And how [Am] tragic it was that _ [Em]
people who sprang from the same [F] tribes
and claim [G] to believe in the same God [Am] would emphasize their [G] differences
to the extent that they would [F] be at war,
and [G] _ _ [Am] how those differences keep being passed [G] down.
_ _ [C] There's a point in the [G] song where it says,
you know, [Am] you really don't have to [G] accept that.
Every person [F] can [G] break the cycle if they choose [Am] to.
It's like [B] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ Sundays [Am] we _ [C] congregate, we praise [Dm] Jesus past the plague.
_ [G] Sitting in [F] our Sunday best, singing [G] hymns and mopping sweat.
We [Am] learn the golden [C] rule _ in [Dm] separate Sunday _ schools,
[F] in a house long divided against [G] itself.
_ _ And it is [Em] a legacy that's passed [C] down to you and me,
_ what we [Dm] choose to believe.
[G] We dare not question [Am] these things.
It is [B] a legacy _ [Em] that's all [C] wild and a bittersweet.
Scattered on [Dm] those fertile fields where the [Am] roots run deep.
[C] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [G] _ Where the [Am] roots run _ [G] deep.
_ [F] _ _
Oh, [G] where the roots [Am] run deep.
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