Ballad Of A Southern Man Chords & Lyrics - Whiskey Myers

[VERSE 1]
[G]My first rif[D]le wa[C]s a .2[G]43,
Papa ga[Em]ve Dadd[D]y and Da[C]ddy gave to me, [G]
and th[D]ey taught me how to sh[C]oot with a steady hand, [Em]
I guess thats somet[D]hing you don't underst[C]and. [G]

Now I grew up on a prison farm,

sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,

used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,

but I guess thats something you don't understand.

[CHORUS]
Grandm[C]as in the kitchen;[G]
Papas drunk past dawn; [D]
We sit o[C]ut on the front porc[G]h,
Just a picki[Em]n on the s[D]ongs; [C]
and there's blood on the table, [G]
cause[C] we work for wh[G]at we have; [D]
and I was[Em] raised in th[D]is land, [C]
I guess t[Em]hats somethin[D]g you don't und[C]erstand. [G]

[VERSE 2]

I still fly that southern flag,

whistling Dixieland enough to brag,

and I know all the words to simple man,

I guess thats something you don't understand.

I pledge my allegiance the original way,

say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,

I cant change my ways I know who I am,

I guess thats something you don't understand.

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]

T[Bb]hey'll grind us up in a big machine; [F]
They'[C]ll feed us all on the same beliefs[G] ,
Ho[Bb]ly dollar and a cre[F]dit card; [C]
[Bb]but we got a way of doing [F]things,
[C]and no bankers gonna steal from me[G] ;
[D]they wanna tear it all apart.

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 1]

My first rifle was a .243,

Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.