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Intro: C, F, C, F
C
Here I am standing firm,
F
As the ground shakes beneath me,
C F
I send you away with my own hand.
C F
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better,
C F
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in.
Am F
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end.
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F, C, F
C
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone,
F
Outside I hear the bells ringing,
C F
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known.
C
Pick up your phone, I need an answer,
F (F#m F)
Come home and call off disaster,
C F
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall.
Am F
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall.
C G Am
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G (C)
But back home it's the end of time.
Am
F C
It's the end of time,
G E Am
Is it the end of all time,
D G
Or just the end of mine.
C G Am
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields,
F C G
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes,
C G Am
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up,
F G
So come home before the end,
C G Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
F C G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C G Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
F G C
But back home it's the end of time.
F C
Hey ey ey ey.
F C F
Come home, come home and be mine,
C F
Come home, come home.
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F C
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.