Chords for Rebel Son - Bury Me In Southern Ground (Version: Deo Vindice)
Tempo:
86.1 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
D
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [G]
I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end
In Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's [Em] ways
They both taught me right from [G] wrong, how to fight and how to get along
[D] But my own life now is almost [Am] gone, and Southern Brown died [Em] along
[G] [Em] My final hour is drawing near, [G] so friend come sit by me right here
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die
Please give your word this vow you [G] keep, when I return to earth asleep
[D] Let me dream forever under Southern land [Am] with my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me [C] down to rend
Rend 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 final stand
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down
Just [Eb] bury me in [Em] Southern ground
[G] One last look at the countryside before I close my weary [D] eyes
Southern air for my last [Am] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so I'll [G] hear it for eternity
[D] I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me down to [C] rend
[G] Rend in my [D] time of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request
[G] [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand
[Em] I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me [G] down
Just bury me in [Em] Southern ground
[G] Oh I wish I was in [D] the land [Em] of cotton, old times there are not [G] forgotten
Look away, look [D] away, look away
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they lay me down
[G] Just bury me [Em] in Southern ground
I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end
In Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's [Em] ways
They both taught me right from [G] wrong, how to fight and how to get along
[D] But my own life now is almost [Am] gone, and Southern Brown died [Em] along
[G] [Em] My final hour is drawing near, [G] so friend come sit by me right here
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die
Please give your word this vow you [G] keep, when I return to earth asleep
[D] Let me dream forever under Southern land [Am] with my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me [C] down to rend
Rend 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 final stand
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down
Just [Eb] bury me in [Em] Southern ground
[G] One last look at the countryside before I close my weary [D] eyes
Southern air for my last [Am] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so I'll [G] hear it for eternity
[D] I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust
[G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me down to [C] rend
[G] Rend in my [D] time of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request
[G] [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand
[Em] I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me [G] down
Just bury me in [Em] Southern ground
[G] Oh I wish I was in [D] the land [Em] of cotton, old times there are not [G] forgotten
Look away, look [D] away, look away
[G]
[Em] Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they lay me down
[G] Just bury me [Em] in Southern ground
Key:
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end
In Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's [Em] ways
_ _ They both taught me right from [G] wrong, how to fight and how to get along
[D] But my own life now is almost [Am] gone, and Southern Brown died [Em] along _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] My final hour is drawing near, [G] so friend come sit by me right here
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die _ _
Please give your word this vow you [G] keep, when I return to earth asleep
[D] Let me dream forever under Southern land [Am] with my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me [C] down to rend _
_ Rend 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 final stand _
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down
Just [Eb] bury me in [Em] Southern ground _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] One last look at the countryside before I close my weary [D] eyes
Southern air for my last [Am] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death _ _
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so I'll [G] hear it for eternity
[D] I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me down to [C] rend _
_ [G] Rend in my [D] time of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand _
[Em] I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me [G] down
Just bury me in [Em] Southern ground _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Oh I wish I was in [D] the land [Em] of cotton, old times there are not [G] forgotten
Look away, look [D] away, look away
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand
_ I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they lay me down
[G] Just bury me [Em] in Southern ground _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
I was born in Dixieland, unreconstructed till the [D] end
In Carolina, I was [Am] raised by my granddaddy and my daddy's [Em] ways
_ _ They both taught me right from [G] wrong, how to fight and how to get along
[D] But my own life now is almost [Am] gone, and Southern Brown died [Em] along _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] My final hour is drawing near, [G] so friend come sit by me right here
[D] Let's laugh and talk about our [Am] lives and the good old days before I [Em] die _ _
Please give your word this vow you [G] keep, when I return to earth asleep
[D] Let me dream forever under Southern land [Am] with my Dixie flag tied in my [Em] hand _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me [C] down to rend _
_ Rend 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 final stand _
I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they [C] lay me down
Just [Eb] bury me in [Em] Southern ground _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] One last look at the countryside before I close my weary [D] eyes
Southern air for my last [Am] breath, here comes my sweet angel of [Em] death _ _
Sing Dixie while they lure me, so I'll [G] hear it for eternity
[D] I can feel the reaper's [C] touch, ashes to ashes, [Em] dust to dust _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Rend when [D] my time has come, [Em] before they lay me down to [C] rend _
_ [G] Rend in my [D] time of darkness, [Em] please grant me just this one [C] last request _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] Dixieland is where I want to [C] make my [G] final stand _
[Em] I don't care if I'm in a box or not when they lay me [G] down
Just bury me in [Em] Southern ground _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Oh I wish I was in [D] the land [Em] of cotton, old times there are not [G] forgotten
Look away, look [D] away, look away
_ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ Dixieland is where I [C] want to make my [G] final stand
_ I don't care if I'm in a box or [Em] not when they lay me down
[G] Just bury me [Em] in Southern ground _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _