Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
C G F C
[Verse 1]
C G F C
Ol' Marse Robert done told me to get my gun
C G Am F
Gonna get em out the south land, we gonna make em run
C G F
It's been two years since that day
F G G7
I sure thought it would be a quick one but it didnt turn out that way
[Verse 2]
C G F
I smell the blood and the honeysuckle on the wind
C G Am F
Holding the hand of another soon-to-be-dead friend
C G F
A single tear comes to his eyes
F G
And as we reminisce about his momma I asked Lord, Why?, Why oh Why?
[Verse 3]
C G F
Take him on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get him out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take him on back home to Dixie
C G F C G F C
Let his momma see that shining southern face
[Verse 4]
C G F
They got me sitting on the river bank shore
C G Am F
In just a few short months I done killed me twenty or more
C G F
Sherman wouldn't be too happy with me
F G G7
And as Atlanta sits in ashes I wonder, how worse could it be?
[Verse 5]
C G F
Take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get me out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
I just wanna see her shining Southern face
[Bridge]
Am G F G
I remember when I was young
Am G F G
I could still hold my Daddy's hand
Am G F
Looking out my back door
G G7
He said, "this is your land...... son this is your land"
[Instrumental]
C G F X3
C G F C C G F C
[Verse 6]
C G F
I met my maker at the break of dawn, Well i was
C G Am F
thinking bout my kids and I didnt hear his one bullet song
C G F
The rustle of the leaves underneath my blood-stained hands
F G G7
And as I gasp for one last breath I wonder, what kind of man I am?
[Verse 7]
C G F
Take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get me out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
I just wanna see her smiling Southern face
[Outro]
C G F
Lying face up looking at the amber sky
C G F
One last thought of her.....before i die
C G F C
[Verse 1]
C G F C
Ol' Marse Robert done told me to get my gun
C G Am F
Gonna get em out the south land, we gonna make em run
C G F
It's been two years since that day
F G G7
I sure thought it would be a quick one but it didnt turn out that way
[Verse 2]
C G F
I smell the blood and the honeysuckle on the wind
C G Am F
Holding the hand of another soon-to-be-dead friend
C G F
A single tear comes to his eyes
F G
And as we reminisce about his momma I asked Lord, Why?, Why oh Why?
[Verse 3]
C G F
Take him on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get him out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take him on back home to Dixie
C G F C G F C
Let his momma see that shining southern face
[Verse 4]
C G F
They got me sitting on the river bank shore
C G Am F
In just a few short months I done killed me twenty or more
C G F
Sherman wouldn't be too happy with me
F G G7
And as Atlanta sits in ashes I wonder, how worse could it be?
[Verse 5]
C G F
Take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get me out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
I just wanna see her shining Southern face
[Bridge]
Am G F G
I remember when I was young
Am G F G
I could still hold my Daddy's hand
Am G F
Looking out my back door
G G7
He said, "this is your land...... son this is your land"
[Instrumental]
C G F X3
C G F C C G F C
[Verse 6]
C G F
I met my maker at the break of dawn, Well i was
C G Am F
thinking bout my kids and I didnt hear his one bullet song
C G F
The rustle of the leaves underneath my blood-stained hands
F G G7
And as I gasp for one last breath I wonder, what kind of man I am?
[Verse 7]
C G F
Take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
Just get me out of this wretched place
C G F
Just take me on back home to Dixie
C G F
I just wanna see her smiling Southern face
[Outro]
C G F
Lying face up looking at the amber sky
C G F
One last thought of her.....before i die
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