Chords for That's What I Like 'Bout The South
Tempo:
109.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] [Fm] [G] Oh, [F] that's what I like [Db] about the South, that [C] old piano.
Al Streckler, [Dm] hey.
[G] [F] [C]
[F] [Bb] [Db] [F]
Well, let's go back [Gm] to Alabama.
[F] Let's go see [Gm] my dear old mammy.
[F] Fryin' eggs [D] and [Db] cookin' ham, you [C] see, that's what I like [F] about the South.
Oh, there you won't [G] make no [Fm] mistake, and your [Gm] nerves are never shaky.
[F] You should [Dm] taste that [G] layered cake, [F] you see, that's what I like about the South.
[D] Oh, here's [Dm] Johnny Gimble.
[Gm] Oh, that [Eb] Johnny's dead and [Dm] gone, [Db] hair on the [F] head, got a long gun.
[D] [Am] [Gm]
[F] [Bb] [G] [E] [Fm]
She's got baked [G] ribs and candied [F] yams, sugar [Gm]-cured Virginia [F] ham.
Basement [Bb] full of them [Db] berry [C] jams, and that's what I like about the South.
[G] Cornbread and turnip [F] greens, ham [Gm] hocks and butter [F] beans.
Mardi [Bb] Gras down in [Db] New [C] Orleans, and that's what I [F] like about the South.
Oh, Heath Coleman, fiddle my boy.
[Dm] [C] [Dm]
[G]
[A] [F]
Here comes [Gm] that man [C] with all the news, box [Ab]-back coat and button [F] shoes.
[D] Paid up with [Db] his union dues, and that's what [F] I like about the South.
Well, there's a place [Gm] down South called Doo-Wah [F] Diddy.
It ain't no [Ab] town and it ain't no [F] city.
It's [Bb] pretty, it [C] sure is pretty.
Doo-Wah [F] Diddy, yeah.
[Am] [Dm] [F] Oh, Tommy, you're [G] somethin' now.
That old bass fiddle.
Let's ride, my boy, let's ride.
[N]
Al Streckler, [Dm] hey.
[G] [F] [C]
[F] [Bb] [Db] [F]
Well, let's go back [Gm] to Alabama.
[F] Let's go see [Gm] my dear old mammy.
[F] Fryin' eggs [D] and [Db] cookin' ham, you [C] see, that's what I like [F] about the South.
Oh, there you won't [G] make no [Fm] mistake, and your [Gm] nerves are never shaky.
[F] You should [Dm] taste that [G] layered cake, [F] you see, that's what I like about the South.
[D] Oh, here's [Dm] Johnny Gimble.
[Gm] Oh, that [Eb] Johnny's dead and [Dm] gone, [Db] hair on the [F] head, got a long gun.
[D] [Am] [Gm]
[F] [Bb] [G] [E] [Fm]
She's got baked [G] ribs and candied [F] yams, sugar [Gm]-cured Virginia [F] ham.
Basement [Bb] full of them [Db] berry [C] jams, and that's what I like about the South.
[G] Cornbread and turnip [F] greens, ham [Gm] hocks and butter [F] beans.
Mardi [Bb] Gras down in [Db] New [C] Orleans, and that's what I [F] like about the South.
Oh, Heath Coleman, fiddle my boy.
[Dm] [C] [Dm]
[G]
[A] [F]
Here comes [Gm] that man [C] with all the news, box [Ab]-back coat and button [F] shoes.
[D] Paid up with [Db] his union dues, and that's what [F] I like about the South.
Well, there's a place [Gm] down South called Doo-Wah [F] Diddy.
It ain't no [Ab] town and it ain't no [F] city.
It's [Bb] pretty, it [C] sure is pretty.
Doo-Wah [F] Diddy, yeah.
[Am] [Dm] [F] Oh, Tommy, you're [G] somethin' now.
That old bass fiddle.
Let's ride, my boy, let's ride.
[N]
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] Oh, [F] that's what I like [Db] about the South, that [C] old piano.
Al Streckler, [Dm] hey.
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ [F] _ _ _
Well, let's go back [Gm] to Alabama.
[F] Let's go see [Gm] my dear old mammy.
[F] Fryin' eggs [D] and [Db] cookin' ham, you [C] see, that's what I like [F] about the South.
Oh, there you won't [G] make no [Fm] mistake, and your [Gm] nerves are never shaky.
[F] You should [Dm] taste that [G] layered cake, [F] you see, that's what I like about the South.
_ [D] Oh, here's [Dm] Johnny Gimble.
[Gm] Oh, that [Eb] Johnny's dead and [Dm] gone, [Db] hair on the [F] head, got a long gun. _
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[F] _ _ [Bb] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ [Fm] _
She's got baked [G] ribs and candied [F] yams, sugar [Gm]-cured Virginia [F] ham.
Basement [Bb] full of them [Db] berry [C] jams, and that's what I like about the South.
_ [G] Cornbread and turnip [F] greens, ham [Gm] hocks and butter [F] beans.
Mardi [Bb] Gras down in [Db] New [C] Orleans, and that's what I [F] like about the South.
_ _ Oh, Heath Coleman, fiddle my boy.
_ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F]
Here comes [Gm] that man [C] with all the news, box [Ab]-back coat and button [F] shoes.
[D] Paid up with [Db] his union dues, and that's what [F] I like about the South.
Well, there's a place [Gm] down South called Doo-Wah [F] Diddy.
It ain't no [Ab] town and it ain't no [F] city.
It's [Bb] pretty, it [C] sure is pretty.
Doo-Wah [F] Diddy, yeah.
_ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] Oh, Tommy, you're [G] somethin' now.
That old bass fiddle.
Let's ride, my boy, let's ride. _ _ _ _
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Al Streckler, [Dm] hey.
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[F] _ _ [Bb] _ [Db] _ [F] _ _ _
Well, let's go back [Gm] to Alabama.
[F] Let's go see [Gm] my dear old mammy.
[F] Fryin' eggs [D] and [Db] cookin' ham, you [C] see, that's what I like [F] about the South.
Oh, there you won't [G] make no [Fm] mistake, and your [Gm] nerves are never shaky.
[F] You should [Dm] taste that [G] layered cake, [F] you see, that's what I like about the South.
_ [D] Oh, here's [Dm] Johnny Gimble.
[Gm] Oh, that [Eb] Johnny's dead and [Dm] gone, [Db] hair on the [F] head, got a long gun. _
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[F] _ _ [Bb] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ [Fm] _
She's got baked [G] ribs and candied [F] yams, sugar [Gm]-cured Virginia [F] ham.
Basement [Bb] full of them [Db] berry [C] jams, and that's what I like about the South.
_ [G] Cornbread and turnip [F] greens, ham [Gm] hocks and butter [F] beans.
Mardi [Bb] Gras down in [Db] New [C] Orleans, and that's what I [F] like about the South.
_ _ Oh, Heath Coleman, fiddle my boy.
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Here comes [Gm] that man [C] with all the news, box [Ab]-back coat and button [F] shoes.
[D] Paid up with [Db] his union dues, and that's what [F] I like about the South.
Well, there's a place [Gm] down South called Doo-Wah [F] Diddy.
It ain't no [Ab] town and it ain't no [F] city.
It's [Bb] pretty, it [C] sure is pretty.
Doo-Wah [F] Diddy, yeah.
_ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] Oh, Tommy, you're [G] somethin' now.
That old bass fiddle.
Let's ride, my boy, let's ride. _ _ _ _
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