Southern Boy(Chords)

	        

Intro 
ocultar tablatura
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verse 1 
D                             G         D  
Early in the morning when the sun chill blows 
    G                    Asus      D 
the trees whisper what a beautiful show 
  D                  G        D 
I look out over this mountain land 
  G                     Asus       D 
I hear the echos of the battle at hand 
  D                   G      D 
I sip my coffee and I wonder why 
G                Asus    D 
People stand the test of time 


        D                                      G           D  
I'll be coming round the mountain when there's fire on the hill 
D                                 G             D  
Dressed in fighting armor with no weapon but my will 
D                             G            D  
I'm gonna be somebody like an eagle I will soar 
D 
Thank God for West Virginia, thank God I'm a southern boy 


hey 

verse 2 
D                           G        D  
Early in the morning when I shake my head 
          G                     Asus     D 
I can see grandpa there in that field of his 
   D                   G       D  
he made this living so I could see 
          G                  Asus    D 
that this land was meant for you and me 

Chorus x1 

Bridge 
D               Asus     G      D 
I have seen the sky turn red to blue 
D                    Asus       G        D   
I believe my daddy's coming and yours is too 

Outro 
         D                                     G           D 
We'll be coming round the mountain when there's fire on the hill 
D                                 G              D  
Dressed in fighting armor with no weapon but our will 
D                              G                   D  
We're gonna be somebody that's what we're fighting for 
D 
Thank God for West Virginia, thank God I'm a southern boy 
D 
Thank God for all he's given, thank God I'm a southern boy
	        

Written by Kristofer Bentley