Song: Ballad of A Southern Man

Artist: Whiskey Myers

Album: Firewater

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(G)      (D)       (Cadd9)   (G)
My first rifle was a .243,
(Em7)       (D)       (Cadd9)        (G)
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
(G)                        (D)         (Cadd9)        (G)
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
(Em7)             (D)             (Cadd9)        (G)
I guess that's 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 that's something you don't understand.


Chorus:
(Cadd9)            (G)
Grandmas in the kitchen;
(Cadd9)            (D)
Papas done passed on;
(Cadd9)               (G)
We sit out on the front porch,
(Em7)      (D)          (Cadd9)
Just a pickin' on the songs;
(Cadd9)                 (G)
and there's blood on the table,
(Cadd9)                  (D)
cause we work for what we have;
(Em7)             (D)    (Cadd9)
and I was raised in this land,
(Em7)              (D)     (Cadd9)        (G)
I guess that's something you don't understand.


I still fly that southern flag,
whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
and I know all the words to simple man,
I guess that's something you don't understand.

I pledge my allegiance the original way,
say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
I can't change my ways I know who I am,
I guess that's something you don't understand.




Grandmas in the kitchen;
Papas done passed on;
we sit out on the front porch,
just a pickin' on the songs;
and there's blood on the table,
cause we work for what we have;
and I was raised in this land,
I guess that's something you don't understand.


Bridge:
(F#m)                   (G)
A pile of soap and a big machine;
(Bm)                   (Cm)
I'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
(F#m)                   (G)                
Holy dollar and a credit card;
(Bb)                     (Fm)
but we got a way of doing things,
(G)                    
and no bankers gonna steal from me;
(Am)
they wanna tear it all apart.


Grandmas in the kitchen;
Papas done past on;
we sit out on the front porch,
just a pickin' on the songs;
and there's a bible on the table,
cause he bleed for what we have,
and that's the ballad of a southern man,
I guess that's something you don't understand.


Repeat 1st two lines:

My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.


In the bridge, They are all barred chords

(G)  3    
   5
   5
   4
   3
   3

For (Am) slide that up to the 5th fret 

Shoutout Tarleton State!