Southern Gothic

C G Am F
Woo
Woo

[Verse]
C                 G
Blackbird on the old church steeple
Am                    F
Spanish moss hangin' in the settin' 
sun
C                            G
Every house house has got a Bible 
and a loaded gun
Am                    F
We got preachers and politicians
C                       G        
'Round here it's kinda hard to 
              Am
tell which one
                    F
Is gonna do more talkin' with a 
crooked tongue

[Pre-Chorus]
Am                   F
This town's got the good lord 
shakin' his head
Am                    F          
Lookin' down thinkin' we ain't 
               Am
heard a word he said
            F
A word he said

[Chorus]
C             G
Baptized in Southern Gothic
Am                F
In the garden of good and evil
C                 G
Devil right here, who would've 
thought it?
Am                F
In a town full of God-fearin' people
C                   G
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Am                      F
Nothin' left to do but kneel and 
pray
C                   G
We got a church on every corner
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   Am                F
So why does heaven feel so far away?
Am             F
Far away (ooh)

[Verse]
C                         G
Must be somethin' in the muddy water
Am                 F
Turns the whisky 'bout as sweet as 
sin
C               G
Every drunk in town can sing a brown
 bag hymn
Am           F
Good fences make good neighbors
C                   G
But good neighbors make good lovers 
too
Am                       F
And when your man ain't home any man
 will do

[Pre-Corus]
Am                    F
This town's got the good lord 
shakin' his head
Am                    F          
Lookin' down thinkin' we ain't 
               Am
heard a word he said
            F
A word he said

[Chorus]
C             G
Baptized in Southern Gothic
Am                F
In the garden of good and evil
C                 G
Devil right here, who would've 
thought it?
Am                F
In a town full of God-fearin' people
C                   G
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Am                      F
Nothin' left to do but kneel and 
pray
C                   G
We got a church on every corner
   Am                F
So why does heaven feel so far away?
Am             F
Far away (ooh)

[Bridge]
C                    G
High on homegrown, smokin' that 
brimstone
Am                   F
Mama ain't stoppin', poppin' that 
cotton
Am                    G          
No happy ever after, waitin' on 
                   Am F
the rapture now

[Chorus]
C             G
Baptized in Southern Gothic
Am                F
In the garden of good and evil
C                 G
Devil right here, who would've 
thought it?
Am                F
In a town full of God-fearin' people
C                   G
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Am                      F
Nothin' left to do but kneel and 
pray
C                   G
We got a church on every corner
   Am                F
So why does heaven feel so far away?
Am             F
Far away (ooh)

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