Home To Dixie(Chords)

	        
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Home To Dixie: Grateful Dead  
  
  
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D----7p4-----7--4--------7------4---------------------------  
A---------7-------------------------------------------------  
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A                     F#m  
There's fog up on the mountain  
         G        D      A  
Frost is clingin' to the ground  
A                 F#m  
Days keep gettin' shorter  
              G        D       A  
You know, the winter's comin' 'round  
F#m                 E  
This sure ain't the promised land  
D                    E  
And I ain't hangin' 'round  
A                 F#m  
I'm packin' up my traveling bag,  
    G        D      A  
And checkin' out of town  
  
  
Put me on that Delta Line,  
Little Egypt to the sea  
And find me some southern girl  
To keep me company  
Churnin' down the river  
Magnolia on the breeze  
And I'll embrace my bayou belle,  
Gentle as you please  
  
A    A#  
  
B  
Been gone too long my honey  
        E     D         F#m  E      D  
Now I'm goin' home where I   should be  
  
F#m   D   E   D   A  
  
C    F#    Bsus4    E  
  
  
Whistle blow for Vicksburg  
Not too far to go  
I'm takin' off these northern boots  
And settin' free my toes  
Gator's on the muddy shore  
Smile as if to say  
Welcome back to Louisiana, boy  
Hope your home to stay  
  
Been gone too long my honey  
Now I'm goin' home where I should be  
  
 G       D        A  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Hey mama, dust my room now,  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Well I say now, slay, the fattest food now  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And tell me everything the neighbor said  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) I'm going to swallow my pride  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And pack it up and pack it in  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Well, I'm goin' back to that southern pride  
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) And down the bourbon, and give up Gin.