Ballad Of A Southern Man chords

  			Standard Tuning  
No Capo 

(verse 1) 
G           D    C     G 
My first rifle was a .243, 
       Em     D       C                G 
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me, 
      D                     C                           Em 
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand, 
                   D                     C                G 
I guess thats something you don't understand. 


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. 


      C                 G 
Grandmas in the kitchen; 
                          D 
Papas drunk past dawn; 
        C                   G 
We sit out on the front porch, 
            Em        D         C 
Just a pickin on the songs; 
                                G 
and there's blood on the table, 
     C              G              D 
cause we work for what we have; 
         Em           D        C 
and I was raised in this land, 
         Em           D              C             G 
I guess thats something you don't understand. 

(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) 

 Bb                                    F 
They'll grind us up in a big machine; 
     C                                 G 
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs, 
  Bb                 F           C 
Holy dollar and a credit card; 
Bb                        F 
but we got a way of doing things, 
C                                 G 
and no bankers gonna steal from me; 
D 
they wanna tear it all apart. 

(Chorus) 

(verse 1) 

My first rifle was a .243, 

Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.