Bury Me in Southern Ground Chords by Rebel Son
Tempo:
82.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
E
D
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[A] [G] [E]
[Em] [E] [A] [E]
[G] [E]
I was born in [G] Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end in Carolina.
I was raised [A] by my granddaddy and my daddy's way.
[E]
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along [D] with my own life
now is almost gone in [A] southern ground I [E] belong.
My final hour is drawing near [G] so friend come sit by me right here [D] let's laugh and talk
about our [A] lives and the good old days before I [E] die.
Please give your word this vow you keep [G] when I return to earth to sleep [D] let me dream forever
under southern land [A] with a Dixie flag tied in my [E] hand.
[Em] [A] [E] [G] Friend when [D] my time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my [D] time of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final [D] stand.
[G] I don't care if I'm [D] in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down [G] just [B] bury me in [E] southern ground.
[G]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [A] breath here comes my sweet angel of [E] death.
Sing Dixie while they lure me [G] so I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's [A] touch ashes [E] to ashes dust to dirt.
[G] Friend when my [D] time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my time [D] of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G]
[E] [Em] [G]
[E] [G] One last sound of the heart.
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in [E] southern ground.
[G] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[G] [A] [E]
[A] [Em]
[A] [G] [E]
[Em] [E] [A] [E]
[G] [E]
I was born in [G] Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end in Carolina.
I was raised [A] by my granddaddy and my daddy's way.
[E]
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along [D] with my own life
now is almost gone in [A] southern ground I [E] belong.
My final hour is drawing near [G] so friend come sit by me right here [D] let's laugh and talk
about our [A] lives and the good old days before I [E] die.
Please give your word this vow you keep [G] when I return to earth to sleep [D] let me dream forever
under southern land [A] with a Dixie flag tied in my [E] hand.
[Em] [A] [E] [G] Friend when [D] my time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my [D] time of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final [D] stand.
[G] I don't care if I'm [D] in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down [G] just [B] bury me in [E] southern ground.
[G]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [A] breath here comes my sweet angel of [E] death.
Sing Dixie while they lure me [G] so I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's [A] touch ashes [E] to ashes dust to dirt.
[G] Friend when my [D] time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my time [D] of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
[G]
[E] [Em] [G]
[E] [G] One last sound of the heart.
[Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in [E] southern ground.
[G] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[G] [A] [E]
[A] [Em]
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_ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I was born in [G] Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end in Carolina.
I was raised [A] by my granddaddy and my daddy's way.
[E] _ _ _
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along [D] with my own life
now is almost gone in [A] southern ground I [E] belong. _ _ _ _ _ _
My final hour is drawing near [G] so friend come sit by me right here [D] let's laugh and talk
about our [A] lives and the good old days before I [E] die.
_ _ Please give your word this vow you keep [G] when I return to earth to sleep [D] let me dream forever
under southern land [A] with a Dixie flag tied in my [E] hand. _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] Friend when [D] my time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
_ [G] _ Friend in my [D] time of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final [D] stand.
[G] I don't care if I'm [D] in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down [G] just [B] bury me in [E] southern ground.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [A] breath here comes my sweet angel of [E] death.
_ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me [G] so I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's [A] touch ashes [E] to ashes dust to dirt. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Friend when my [D] time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my time [D] of darkness _ [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _
[E] _ _ _ [G] One last sound of the heart. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in [E] southern ground. _ _
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_ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I was born in [G] Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end in Carolina.
I was raised [A] by my granddaddy and my daddy's way.
[E] _ _ _
They both taught me right from [G] wrong how to fight and how to get along [D] with my own life
now is almost gone in [A] southern ground I [E] belong. _ _ _ _ _ _
My final hour is drawing near [G] so friend come sit by me right here [D] let's laugh and talk
about our [A] lives and the good old days before I [E] die.
_ _ Please give your word this vow you keep [G] when I return to earth to sleep [D] let me dream forever
under southern land [A] with a Dixie flag tied in my [E] hand. _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ [G] Friend when [D] my time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
_ [G] _ Friend in my [D] time of darkness [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final [D] stand.
[G] I don't care if I'm [D] in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down [G] just [B] bury me in [E] southern ground.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[E] One last look at the countryside [G] before I close my weary [D] eyes.
Southern air for my last [A] breath here comes my sweet angel of [E] death.
_ _ Sing Dixie while they lure me [G] so I'll hear it for eternity.
[D] I can feel the reaper's [A] touch ashes [E] to ashes dust to dirt. _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Friend when my [D] time has come [Em] or they lay me [C] down to rest.
[G] Friend in my time [D] of darkness _ [Em] please grant me just this one last [C] request.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in southern [E] ground.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _
[E] _ _ _ [G] One last sound of the heart. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want [C] to make my final [G] stand.
[D] I [G] don't care if I'm in [D] a box or not when [Em] they lay [C] me down [G] just bury [B] me in [E] southern ground. _ _
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