Sunday In The South chords

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C _ _ G _ _ _ Mill worker houses lined up in a row C Another southern Sunday's morning G glow.
_ Beneath the steeple all the people have begun Shaking C hands with the man who grips the gospel G gun.
C Wild and quiet prayer, the smell D of dinner on the ground Feels up C the morning air, ain't Em nothing sweeter G around _ .
_ D _ _ Almost hear my mama G pray, oh lord forgive us when we're down C Another sacred Sunday _ in this town.
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_ _ _ _ _ The G rancid rebel flag flies high above it all _ Hopping in C the wind like an angry G cannonball.
Now all the history recall them still But they C still smell the powder burning And they probably always will.
G And on the C old town square, under D the barber shop pole G They C set me up in the chair when Em I was four D years old.
Almost _ hear my papa G say, won't you hold still son Stop squirming around, C another southern _ Sunday's coming down.
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D _ I can almost hear G the old folks say, you'll make it big one day, you'll leave this town Another C lazy Sunday, you'll be back around.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ G can feel the evening sun go down D.
And all the lights in the houses C one by one go G out _ .
_ Softly in the distance, nothing stirs about D And the night is filled with the G sound of a whippoorwill.
_ C _ Another Sunday G in the south, _ _ .
_ D _ _ just another C Sunday, just another Sunday _ G in the south.
_ _ _ _ Another C sacred Sunday in the south, _ G _ _ .
_ _ _ _ D _ G just C another Sunday, how I miss those sweet Sundays _ G in the south.
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