The Legend of The Rebel Soldier Chords by Lee Ann Womack

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_ In a dreary Yankee prison, where a rebel [D] soldier lay, _
by his side there stood a preacher, _ ere his soul should [G] pass away. _
And he faintly whispered, Parson, _ as he clutched him [D] by the hand, _
Oh, Parson, tell me quickly, _ will my soul pass through [G] the Southland?
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my soul _ pass through the Southland to my old Virginia [D] green? _
Will I see the hills of Georgia _ and the green fields [C] of [G] Alabama?
Will I see that little church house where I pledged my [D] hardened hand? _
Oh, Parson, _ tell me quickly, [G] _ [D]
will my soul _ [G] pass through the Southland?
I was
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for lovin', dear old Dixie, in this dreary cell [D] I lie, _
Was for _ lovin', dear old Dixie, in this northern state [G] I die,
Will you see _ my little daughter?
Will you make [Em] her [D] understand? _
Oh, Parson, tell me quickly, will my soul pass [G] through the Southland?
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his soul pure as a lily, _ and his body [D] sanctified,
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In that _ dreary Yankee prison, _ the brave rebel [G] soldier died. _ _
Then the Parson looked up to heaven, and in blessing [C] _ [A] [D] raised his hand, _
Father, grant this soldier's wishes, may his soul pass [G] through the Southland. _
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