Chords for Whiskey Myers "Ballad of a Southern Man"
Tempo:
147.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] This song is called Ballad of a Southern Man and we wrote this song actually in the hotel
room where we were staying.
We stayed for a month in Denton when we were recording and we got together and kind of
wrote a song.
The song kind of explains I guess where we're from and it's really a true story in a lot
of sense just about how we grew up or how I grew up on a prison farm and all that.
It also talks a lot about what we thought was going on in the world right now and [G] just
kind of everything, how we feel from our point of view.
My [D] first rifle [G] was a .243
that
[Em] Papa [D] gave Daddy [G] and Daddy gave to me.
They told [D] me to shoot [C] with a [Em] steady hand, but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I [D] grew [G] up on a prison farm,
[Em] a sneaky [D] puzzle shine [G] from a mason jar.
We used [D] to go fishing [Em] down on Pickle Creek Dam, but I guess [D] that's something you don't
[G] understand.
[C]
And Grandma [G] was in the kitchen and Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit out on [G] the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart [G] of [C] stone.
And there's blood [G] on the table,
[C] so we [G] worked for [D] what we had.
[Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you don't [G] understand.
Now I still fly that southern flag,
[Em] whistle [D] in [G] Dixieland enough to brag.
And I know [D] all the [G] words to simple [Em]
man, but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I pledge [D] my allegiance [C] the [G] original way, [Em] to say a Merry [D]
[G] Christmas, not a happy holiday.
I can't [D] change my ways, [Em] I know who I am, but I guess [D] [G] that's something you don't understand.
[C] And Grandma was [G] in the kitchen [Am] and Papa [G] was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit out [G] on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his [G] heart of stone.
[C] And there's blood [G] on the table, [C] so [G] we played for what [D] we had.
And [Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you [Am] don't [G] understand.
[Bb] Grind us [F] up in a big machine, [C] feed us [G] all on the same [Bb] beliefs, a [F] holy dollar and a credit [C] card.
[Bb] But we got a [F] way of doing [C] things, no bankers [G] gonna steal from [D] me, they wanna tear it all in.
And [Am] Grandma was in [G] the kitchen [C] and [G] Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit [G] out on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart of [C] stone.
And there's blood on [G] the table, so [C] we [G] played for [D] what we had.
[Em] And that's the ballot [D] of a [C] southern male, [D] [Em]
but I guess [D] that's something you [Am] [G] don't understand.
[D] Now my first [Em] rifle was a .243
that Papa [D] gave Daddy [C] and Daddy [G] gave to me.
room where we were staying.
We stayed for a month in Denton when we were recording and we got together and kind of
wrote a song.
The song kind of explains I guess where we're from and it's really a true story in a lot
of sense just about how we grew up or how I grew up on a prison farm and all that.
It also talks a lot about what we thought was going on in the world right now and [G] just
kind of everything, how we feel from our point of view.
My [D] first rifle [G] was a .243
that
[Em] Papa [D] gave Daddy [G] and Daddy gave to me.
They told [D] me to shoot [C] with a [Em] steady hand, but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I [D] grew [G] up on a prison farm,
[Em] a sneaky [D] puzzle shine [G] from a mason jar.
We used [D] to go fishing [Em] down on Pickle Creek Dam, but I guess [D] that's something you don't
[G] understand.
[C]
And Grandma [G] was in the kitchen and Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit out on [G] the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart [G] of [C] stone.
And there's blood [G] on the table,
[C] so we [G] worked for [D] what we had.
[Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you don't [G] understand.
Now I still fly that southern flag,
[Em] whistle [D] in [G] Dixieland enough to brag.
And I know [D] all the [G] words to simple [Em]
man, but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I pledge [D] my allegiance [C] the [G] original way, [Em] to say a Merry [D]
[G] Christmas, not a happy holiday.
I can't [D] change my ways, [Em] I know who I am, but I guess [D] [G] that's something you don't understand.
[C] And Grandma was [G] in the kitchen [Am] and Papa [G] was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit out [G] on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his [G] heart of stone.
[C] And there's blood [G] on the table, [C] so [G] we played for what [D] we had.
And [Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you [Am] don't [G] understand.
[Bb] Grind us [F] up in a big machine, [C] feed us [G] all on the same [Bb] beliefs, a [F] holy dollar and a credit [C] card.
[Bb] But we got a [F] way of doing [C] things, no bankers [G] gonna steal from [D] me, they wanna tear it all in.
And [Am] Grandma was in [G] the kitchen [C] and [G] Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit [G] out on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart of [C] stone.
And there's blood on [G] the table, so [C] we [G] played for [D] what we had.
[Em] And that's the ballot [D] of a [C] southern male, [D] [Em]
but I guess [D] that's something you [Am] [G] don't understand.
[D] Now my first [Em] rifle was a .243
that Papa [D] gave Daddy [C] and Daddy [G] gave to me.
Key:
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[E] _ This song is called Ballad of a Southern Man and we wrote this song _ actually in the hotel
room where we were staying.
We stayed for a month in Denton when we were recording _ and we got together and kind of
wrote a song.
The song kind of explains I guess where we're from and it's really a true story in a lot
of sense just about _ _ how we grew up or how I grew up on a prison farm and all that.
_ _ _ It also talks a lot about what we thought was going on in the world right now and _ [G] just
kind of everything, how we feel _ from our point of view. _ _
_ _ _ My [D] first rifle [G] was a _ .243
_ that _
_ _ [Em] Papa [D] gave Daddy [G] and Daddy gave to me. _ _ _ _ _
They told [D] me to shoot [C] with a [Em] steady hand, _ _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I _ _ _ _ _ [D] grew [G] up on a prison farm, _ _
_ _ _ [Em] a sneaky [D] puzzle shine [G] from a mason jar. _ _ _ _
_ _ We used [D] to go fishing [Em] down on Pickle Creek Dam, _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's something you don't
[G] understand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
And Grandma [G] was in the kitchen _ and Papa was gone [D] past home. _
[C] He'd sit out on [G] the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart [G] of [C] stone.
And there's blood [G] on the table, _
[C] so we [G] worked for [D] what we had. _
[Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, _ _ _ _ [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you don't [G] _ understand. _ _
_ _ _ Now I still fly that southern flag, _ _ _
_ [Em] whistle _ [D] in [G] Dixieland enough to brag. _ _ _ _
And I know [D] all the [G] words to simple [Em] _
man, _ _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
_ _ _ _ _ I pledge [D] my allegiance [C] the [G] original _ way, _ _ _ _ [Em] to say a Merry [D]
[G] Christmas, not a happy holiday. _ _ _ _
_ I can't [D] change my ways, [Em] I know who I am, _ _ _ but I guess [D] [G] that's something you don't understand. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ And Grandma was [G] in the kitchen _ [Am] and Papa [G] was gone [D] past home. _
[C] He'd sit out [G] on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his [G] heart of stone.
[C] And there's blood [G] on the table, [C] so [G] we played for what [D] we had.
And [Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, _ _ _ [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you [Am] don't [G] _ understand. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Grind us [F] up in a big machine, [C] _ feed us [G] all on the same _ [Bb] beliefs, a [F] holy dollar and a credit [C] card. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ But we got a [F] way of doing [C] things, _ no bankers [G] gonna steal from [D] me, _ _ they wanna tear it all in. _ _
_ _ _ And [Am] Grandma was in [G] the kitchen _ [C] and [G] Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit [G] out on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart of [C] stone.
_ And there's blood on [G] the table, so [C] we [G] played for [D] what we had.
[Em] And that's the ballot [D] of a [C] southern male, _ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _
_ but I guess [D] that's something you [Am] [G] don't understand. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Now my first [Em] rifle was a _ .243
_ that _ _ _ Papa [D] gave Daddy [C] and Daddy [G] gave to me.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
room where we were staying.
We stayed for a month in Denton when we were recording _ and we got together and kind of
wrote a song.
The song kind of explains I guess where we're from and it's really a true story in a lot
of sense just about _ _ how we grew up or how I grew up on a prison farm and all that.
_ _ _ It also talks a lot about what we thought was going on in the world right now and _ [G] just
kind of everything, how we feel _ from our point of view. _ _
_ _ _ My [D] first rifle [G] was a _ .243
_ that _
_ _ [Em] Papa [D] gave Daddy [G] and Daddy gave to me. _ _ _ _ _
They told [D] me to shoot [C] with a [Em] steady hand, _ _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
I _ _ _ _ _ [D] grew [G] up on a prison farm, _ _
_ _ _ [Em] a sneaky [D] puzzle shine [G] from a mason jar. _ _ _ _
_ _ We used [D] to go fishing [Em] down on Pickle Creek Dam, _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's something you don't
[G] understand.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
And Grandma [G] was in the kitchen _ and Papa was gone [D] past home. _
[C] He'd sit out on [G] the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart [G] of [C] stone.
And there's blood [G] on the table, _
[C] so we [G] worked for [D] what we had. _
[Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, _ _ _ _ [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you don't [G] _ understand. _ _
_ _ _ Now I still fly that southern flag, _ _ _
_ [Em] whistle _ [D] in [G] Dixieland enough to brag. _ _ _ _
And I know [D] all the [G] words to simple [Em] _
man, _ _ _ _ _ but I guess [D] that's [G] something you don't understand.
_ _ _ _ _ I pledge [D] my allegiance [C] the [G] original _ way, _ _ _ _ [Em] to say a Merry [D]
[G] Christmas, not a happy holiday. _ _ _ _
_ I can't [D] change my ways, [Em] I know who I am, _ _ _ but I guess [D] [G] that's something you don't understand. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ And Grandma was [G] in the kitchen _ [Am] and Papa [G] was gone [D] past home. _
[C] He'd sit out [G] on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his [G] heart of stone.
[C] And there's blood [G] on the table, [C] so [G] we played for what [D] we had.
And [Em] I was [D] raised [C] in this land, _ _ _ [G] [Em] but I guess [D]
that's something you [Am] don't [G] _ understand. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Grind us [F] up in a big machine, [C] _ feed us [G] all on the same _ [Bb] beliefs, a [F] holy dollar and a credit [C] card. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ But we got a [F] way of doing [C] things, _ no bankers [G] gonna steal from [D] me, _ _ they wanna tear it all in. _ _
_ _ _ And [Am] Grandma was in [G] the kitchen _ [C] and [G] Papa was gone [D] past home.
[C] He'd sit [G] out on the front porch [Em] just to pick [D] his heart of [C] stone.
_ And there's blood on [G] the table, so [C] we [G] played for [D] what we had.
[Em] And that's the ballot [D] of a [C] southern male, _ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _
_ but I guess [D] that's something you [Am] [G] don't understand. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Now my first [Em] rifle was a _ .243
_ that _ _ _ Papa [D] gave Daddy [C] and Daddy [G] gave to me.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _