Son of Appalachia (Acoustic) Chords

[Eb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ _ It's the sound of a distant train hauling the heart out of the mountain.
Sound of a country church [Bb] [F] full of believers [Bb] shouting.
[Fm] Lord, [Bb] there's nothing more powerful than the drug called nostalgia.
[Fm] Sounds like home [Bb] _
[F] to me.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ _ It's blue jeans at a funeral as you pay your last respects.
Sound of mountain heaven knows as they're laid to [Ab] rest.
[Bb] Sends chills down my [Eb] spine [Bb] every time.
[Fm] Sounds like home [Bb] to [F] me.
[Eb] When the sun sets in the holler and the day is through,
you [F] can hear that hoot owl [Bb] singing [F] a song for me and you.
[Eb] Soup aims for supper, cause that's my favorite food.
[F] I'm [Bb] a son [F] of Appalachia, my [Eb] grass is [F] always blue.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ It's the old man sipping coffee, [Bb] talking [F] in that simple draw.
Wiring those worn out faded, beveled [Cm] overalls.
[F] Lord, that's just [Eb] another dose of [Bb] the drug called nostalgia.
[Fm] Sounds like [Bb] home [F] to me.
_ [Eb] When the sun sets in the holler and the day is through,
you [F] can hear that hoot owl singing a song for me and you.
[Eb] Soup aims for supper, cause that's my favorite food.
[F] I'm a son [Bb] of [F] Appalachia, my grass [Eb] is always [F] blue.
_ _ [Bb] I'm a son of [F] Appalachia, my [Eb] grass is always [F] blue.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _
[Bb] _ [Ab] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _