Legend Of The South

Intro D C G D [Verse 1] D C There's a warm wind a-blowin' G D And a burnin' sun droppin' down D C At the end of time I'll be rockin' G D In a wooden chair like I'm still starin' at a crowd D C 'Cause this road I've traveled has been long and full of heartache G D But the heartache's gone when nobody's around D C When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town G D You know where I'll be found Chorus D Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country (Country) D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud) D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south (In the south) [Verse 2] D When I'm fifty years old I'll be on my back porch C Smokin' me a fuckin' stogie about the size of a torch G Gettin' pulled to rock music that's vibratin' the place D Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass D Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin' blues C Yeah, it's talkin' blues just in my shit-kick boots G I like to say stuff like 'fuck you' and some more D That's why you won't find my album at a Walmart store [Verse 3] D Yeah, I'm the white horse that won't let nobody ride C No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy G Nobody yankin' my reins or stoppin' the go D I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold D Yeah, I'm the cheap ugly mutt that's faster, Than the million dollar quarter C Horse and there ain't no catchin' me, it's a no go G I so grown into bein' the old soul so this soul goes D And the time ain't fadin' not none of my fuckin' vocals Chorus D I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south Bridge D Well I'm obsessed with trucks and cars way too loud C Dump women if they don't like country sounds G Like Elvis, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of D Waylon Jennings (You know that's true) D I still sip well water right out of the hose C Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed G I write songs fucked up like I'm kin to old D George Jones (Old George Jones) D Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite C And my arms are wings and I'm takin' flight G And don't plan on stoppin' 'til I run outta D Gas or crash (That'd be bad) D Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit C And my teeth are crooked as a crackhead's chin G But my knuckles still feel like a boat D Built Ford Tough (For me it's enough) Chorus D Yeah, I'll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin' plains C With the coal smoke steady rollin' off of that train G D And my songs will always live down in the country D Where that young boy livin' for a Friday night C Plays an old lost song through the radio dial G D When the words from the past speak up so loud D C Yeah, that's the voice, that's the voice, that's the voice G D The voice from a legend in the south