Whiskey Myers

Ballad Of A Southern Man(Chords)

Whiskey Myers

Key: G

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	        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.

Written by Gary Brown/Cody Cannon/John Jeffers/Leroy Powell/Cody Tate

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