Bury Me In Southern Ground Chords by Rebel Son
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
E
Em
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [E]
[G] [E]
I
[G]
[E]
was born in Dixieland,
[G] unreconstructed till the end, in [D]
Carolina.
I was raised by [A] my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[E]
They both taught me right from wrong, how to [G] fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost gone, [A] in southern ground I belong.
[E]
My final hour is drawing near, so [G] friend come sit by me right here.
Let's [D]
laugh and talk about our lives and the [A] good old days before I die.
[E]
Please give your word this vow you'll keep, [G] when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me [D] dream forever under southern land, with a [A] Dixie flag tied in my hand.
[E]
[G] Friend, when my [D] time has come, [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
[G] Friend, in my time of [D] darkness, please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my final [G]
stand.
[D] I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when they [Em]
lay me [C] down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G]
[E]
One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last breath, here [A] comes my sweet angel of death.
[E]
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's touch, ashes [Em] to ashes, dust to dust.
[G] Friend, when my [D] time has come, [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
[G] Friend, in my time of [D] darkness, please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my final [G] stand.
[D] I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when [Em] they lay me [C] down.
Just [G]
bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G] [E]
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
I don't care if I'm in a [D]
box or not when they [Em] lay me [C]
down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G] [E]
I
[G]
[E]
was born in Dixieland,
[G] unreconstructed till the end, in [D]
Carolina.
I was raised by [A] my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[E]
They both taught me right from wrong, how to [G] fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost gone, [A] in southern ground I belong.
[E]
My final hour is drawing near, so [G] friend come sit by me right here.
Let's [D]
laugh and talk about our lives and the [A] good old days before I die.
[E]
Please give your word this vow you'll keep, [G] when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me [D] dream forever under southern land, with a [A] Dixie flag tied in my hand.
[E]
[G] Friend, when my [D] time has come, [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
[G] Friend, in my time of [D] darkness, please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my final [G]
stand.
[D] I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when they [Em]
lay me [C] down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G]
[E]
One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last breath, here [A] comes my sweet angel of death.
[E]
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's touch, ashes [Em] to ashes, dust to dust.
[G] Friend, when my [D] time has come, [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
[G] Friend, in my time of [D] darkness, please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my final [G] stand.
[D] I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when [Em] they lay me [C] down.
Just [G]
bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G] [E]
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
I don't care if I'm in a [D]
box or not when they [Em] lay me [C]
down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ was born in Dixieland, _
[G] _ _ unreconstructed till the end, in [D] _
Carolina.
I was raised by [A] my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ They both taught me right from wrong, how to [G] fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost gone, [A] in southern ground I belong.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ My final hour is drawing near, so [G] friend come sit by me right here.
Let's [D]
laugh and talk about our lives and the [A] good old days before I die.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ _ Please give your word this vow you'll keep, [G] when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me [D] dream forever under southern land, with a [A] Dixie flag tied in my hand.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Friend, _ when my [D] time has _ _ come, _ [Em] _
before they lay me down [C] to _ rest.
_ _ _ [G] Friend, _ in my time of [D] darkness, _ _ _ please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make _ _ my final [G] _
_ stand.
[D] _ I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when they [Em] _
lay me [C] _ down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary _ [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last breath, here [A] comes my sweet angel of death.
[E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
_ [D] I can feel the reaper's touch, _ ashes [Em] to ashes, dust to dust. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Friend, when _ my [D] time has _ _ come, _ [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Friend, _ in my time of [D] darkness, _ _ _ please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland _ is where I want to [C] make _ _ my final [G] _ stand.
_ [D] _ I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when [Em] they _ lay me [C] down.
Just [G] _
bury [B] me in southern [E] _ ground.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make _ _ my final [G] _ stand. _
_ I don't care if I'm in a [D]
box or not when they [Em] _ lay me [C] _
down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ was born in Dixieland, _
[G] _ _ unreconstructed till the end, in [D] _
Carolina.
I was raised by [A] my granddaddy and my daddy's ways.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ They both taught me right from wrong, how to [G] fight and how to get along.
But [D] my own life now is almost gone, [A] in southern ground I belong.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ My final hour is drawing near, so [G] friend come sit by me right here.
Let's [D]
laugh and talk about our lives and the [A] good old days before I die.
[E] _ _ _
_ _ _ Please give your word this vow you'll keep, [G] when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me [D] dream forever under southern land, with a [A] Dixie flag tied in my hand.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Friend, _ when my [D] time has _ _ come, _ [Em] _
before they lay me down [C] to _ rest.
_ _ _ [G] Friend, _ in my time of [D] darkness, _ _ _ please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make _ _ my final [G] _
_ stand.
[D] _ I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when they [Em] _
lay me [C] _ down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary _ [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last breath, here [A] comes my sweet angel of death.
[E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me, so [G] I'll hear it for eternity.
_ [D] I can feel the reaper's touch, _ ashes [Em] to ashes, dust to dust. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Friend, when _ my [D] time has _ _ come, _ [Em]
before they lay me down [C] to rest.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Friend, _ in my time of [D] darkness, _ _ _ please [Em] grant me just this one last [C] request. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland _ is where I want to [C] make _ _ my final [G] _ stand.
_ [D] _ I don't [G] care if I'm in a [D] box or not when [Em] they _ lay me [C] down.
Just [G] _
bury [B] me in southern [E] _ ground.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make _ _ my final [G] _ stand. _
_ I don't care if I'm in a [D]
box or not when they [Em] _ lay me [C] _
down.
[G] Just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _