Chords for Margot Bingham (Daughter Maitland) - I'm Going South - Boardwalk Empire Volume 2 Soundtrack | ABKCO
Tempo:
75.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D] [G]
It's just [D] an old time story, one that [G] I've heard before.
I left my [Am] mammy's fun [D] grits, to search the [G] world for happiness.
The things I [D] left behind [Dm] me, were the things I [C] sought in life.
[Eb] Satin [G] blue, very [A] true, I'm going [D] home [G] again, yes sir, I'm going [C] south.
Taste [G] the shot cocaine right in my [A] mouth, all the [D] way down south, where [G] I spend my happy days.
I hear the rustling [C] corn, birds [G] are singing in the early [A] morn,
In [D] the little town where I was [Dm] born, down [G] a lamby way.
I [Em] just can [B] picture Black Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a [A] tune.
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the [D] silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing to [C] back, still [G] I'm heading for that little [A] shack.
Ain't [D] nobody gonna hold me back, [G] I'm going south.
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Eb] [C] [Bb]
[G] [A]
[G] Yes sir, I'm going [C] down upon the Swanly [G] River, oh [A] if I feel blue.
[D] And all [G] this, had [E] loneliness and only you.
[G] Every [C] evening when the shadows fall [G] upon him, that's the time my lonesome heart gets loud, [D] starts calling.
Lord he [G] saved me, down the old Alabama way.
[Gbm] I just can picture Black [B] Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune.
[A] That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by [D] the silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing [C] to back, [G] on the coat that's on my [A] back.
[D] Not a living soul can hold me back, out of my way, [G] I'm going south.
[C] [B] Here we go, [G] here's a train.
[D] [G] [N]
It's just [D] an old time story, one that [G] I've heard before.
I left my [Am] mammy's fun [D] grits, to search the [G] world for happiness.
The things I [D] left behind [Dm] me, were the things I [C] sought in life.
[Eb] Satin [G] blue, very [A] true, I'm going [D] home [G] again, yes sir, I'm going [C] south.
Taste [G] the shot cocaine right in my [A] mouth, all the [D] way down south, where [G] I spend my happy days.
I hear the rustling [C] corn, birds [G] are singing in the early [A] morn,
In [D] the little town where I was [Dm] born, down [G] a lamby way.
I [Em] just can [B] picture Black Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a [A] tune.
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the [D] silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing to [C] back, still [G] I'm heading for that little [A] shack.
Ain't [D] nobody gonna hold me back, [G] I'm going south.
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
[F] [Eb] [C] [Bb]
[G] [A]
[G] Yes sir, I'm going [C] down upon the Swanly [G] River, oh [A] if I feel blue.
[D] And all [G] this, had [E] loneliness and only you.
[G] Every [C] evening when the shadows fall [G] upon him, that's the time my lonesome heart gets loud, [D] starts calling.
Lord he [G] saved me, down the old Alabama way.
[Gbm] I just can picture Black [B] Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune.
[A] That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by [D] the silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing [C] to back, [G] on the coat that's on my [A] back.
[D] Not a living soul can hold me back, out of my way, [G] I'm going south.
[C] [B] Here we go, [G] here's a train.
[D] [G] [N]
Key:
G
D
C
A
Eb
G
D
C
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's just [D] an old time story, one that [G] I've heard before.
I left my [Am] mammy's fun [D] grits, to search the [G] world for happiness.
The things I [D] left behind [Dm] me, were the things I [C] sought in life.
[Eb] Satin [G] blue, very [A] true, I'm going [D] home [G] again, yes sir, I'm going [C] south.
Taste [G] the shot cocaine right in my [A] mouth, all the [D] way down south, where [G] I spend my happy days.
I hear the rustling [C] corn, birds [G] are singing in the early [A] morn,
In [D] the little town where I was [Dm] born, down [G] a lamby way.
I [Em] just can [B] picture Black Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a [A] tune.
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the [D] silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing to [C] back, still [G] I'm heading for that little [A] shack.
Ain't [D] nobody gonna hold me back, [G] I'm going south. _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
[G] Yes sir, I'm going [C] down upon the Swanly [G] River, oh [A] if I feel blue.
[D] And all [G] this, had [E] loneliness and only you.
[G] Every [C] evening when the shadows fall [G] upon him, that's the time my lonesome heart gets loud, [D] starts calling.
Lord he [G] saved me, down the old Alabama way.
[Gbm] I just can picture Black [B] Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune.
[A] That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by [D] the silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing [C] to back, [G] on the coat that's on my [A] back.
[D] Not a living soul can hold me back, out of my way, [G] I'm going south. _
_ [C] _ _ [B] _ Here we go, _ _ [G] here's a train.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's just [D] an old time story, one that [G] I've heard before.
I left my [Am] mammy's fun [D] grits, to search the [G] world for happiness.
The things I [D] left behind [Dm] me, were the things I [C] sought in life.
[Eb] Satin [G] blue, very [A] true, I'm going [D] home [G] again, yes sir, I'm going [C] south.
Taste [G] the shot cocaine right in my [A] mouth, all the [D] way down south, where [G] I spend my happy days.
I hear the rustling [C] corn, birds [G] are singing in the early [A] morn,
In [D] the little town where I was [Dm] born, down [G] a lamby way.
I [Em] just can [B] picture Black Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a [A] tune.
That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by the [D] silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing to [C] back, still [G] I'm heading for that little [A] shack.
Ain't [D] nobody gonna hold me back, [G] I'm going south. _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
[G] Yes sir, I'm going [C] down upon the Swanly [G] River, oh [A] if I feel blue.
[D] And all [G] this, had [E] loneliness and only you.
[G] Every [C] evening when the shadows fall [G] upon him, that's the time my lonesome heart gets loud, [D] starts calling.
Lord he [G] saved me, down the old Alabama way.
[Gbm] I just can picture Black [B] Joe, with his old banjo, I can hear him strumming a tune.
[A] That old quartet, I can hear them yet, singing by [D] the silvery moon.
[G] Ain't that a thing [C] to back, [G] on the coat that's on my [A] back.
[D] Not a living soul can hold me back, out of my way, [G] I'm going south. _
_ [C] _ _ [B] _ Here we go, _ _ [G] here's a train.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [N] _