Chords for Hank Jr in Nashville If heaven ain't alot like dixie

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I'm a little more than sure that you could [A] be born in the [E] Hallowell.
I'm a little more than sure that you could be born in the Hallowell.
I live like my daddy saw no [B] problem who I [E] am.
I know I fly away to trumpet women.
I shook old Tim [A] Beane's hand.
If I never see [E] the prayer again, [B] my zip code [E] is the flower plan. _ _ _ _
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Yes, yes, I got trees and quirky little weeds.
I'm [A] watering about my shop.
[E] I need dusty [A] roads and streets of gold and a happy bright world, little man.
All these little southern middle-work country boys, they ain't got no means to hate us,
but they work real [E] good for me.
You're a good-for-nothing, a lot [Em] like Dick said a little [A] while [E] ago.
And when it's a lot like Dick said, I just say,
you ain't got no big pot like a new [A] old candle.
_ Hey, Rock, hey, [E] Cracker,
if you [B] ever saw a man about [E] your joy,
you're a fucking [C#m] ugly little guy.
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