VERSION: Edited
Getting Started - by HarmonicHive
To learn Whiskey Myers - Ballad Of A Southern Man chords with lyrics, - Firewaterfamiliarize yourself with these chords: D, C, G, D, Em, D, G, C. A good strategy is to initiate at 37 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 75 BPM. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: G.
G My
D first
C rifle was a
G .
243.
that _
Em.
D Papa gave
C Daddy and Daddy
G gave to me.
_ And they
D taught me how to
C shoot with a
Em steady hand.
I
D guess there's
C some you
G don't understand.
_ Now
D I grew
C up on
G a prison farm, _ _
Em sneaking pulls
D of shine from
G a mason jar.
_ _ Used to
D go fishing
Em down Pickle Creek down.
_ I guess
D there's some
G you don't understand.
_ .
_
C Grandma's in
G the kitchen,
C Papa
G done
D passed on.
C They sit out
G on the front porch
Em just
D picking
C all the salt.
And there's blood
G on the table,
C but we
G work for
D what we have.
Em And I was
D raised
C in this land.
_
Em I
D guess there's
C some you
G don't understand.
_ And
D I still
C fly that
G Southern flag, _ _
Em D whistling
C Dixieland
G under the bridge.
_ And I
D know all the words to
Em say it for a man.
_ I guess
D there's some you
G don't understand.
_ _ I pledge
D my allegiance
C the original
G way.
_
Em I say
D Merry Christmas,
C not Happy
G Holidays.
_ .
I can't change
D my ways,
C I know
Em who I am.
_ .
I guess
D there's some
C you don't
G understand.
_ _
C.
Grandma's
G in the kitchen,
C G Papa done
D passed on.
C They sit out
G on the front porch
Em just
D picking
C all the salt.
And there's blood
G on the table,
C but we
G work for
D what we have.
Em And I was raised
C in this land.
_
Em I guess there's
D some you
G don't understand.
_ _
A Bb Or grind
F us up in a big machine,
C or feed us all
G on the same beliefs.
Bb Or a
F dollar and a credit
C card.
_ _
Am _
Bb But we got a
F way of doing things,
C and
G nobody's gonna steal from me.
D _ They wanna tear it all.
_ _ _ _
C Grandma's
G in the kitchen,
C Papa
G D done passed on.
C They sit
G out on the front porch
Em just
D picking
C all the salt.
And there's a bottle
G on the table,
C cause he
G bled for
D what we had.
Em And that's the
D ballot of a
C Southern man.
_
Em I
D guess there's
C some you
G don't understand.
_ _ My first rifle was a .243. Police Department, put the gun down and come to the door.
Papa
D gave to
C Daddy and Daddy
G gave to me.
_ .