A
Palmetto rose in the AC vent
Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went
D
Said his cab was his orneriest friend
A
Left him jumping like trees in the wind

A
Thought he had the red lights memorized
Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
D
In that slow motion minute between living and dead
A
Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said

     A                      D        A
This war that I wage to get up every day
                             E          A
It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
         F#m     E            D          A
It's the women I love and the law that I hate
                       D      A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
                       E      A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State

(During the last part of the chorus, mimic the vocal melody with something like this:

E|-------------------------------------------------|
B|---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------|
G|-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------|

A
Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
Pearly white stem and a big green bud
D
Catch him coming out of a King Street store
A
Bullshit story about the Civil War

A
You can believe what you want to believe
But there ain't no making up a basket weave
D
Everybody in the tri-county knows
A
Who makes the best palmetto rose

          A                      D         A
And it's war that we wage to get up every day
        A                       E          A
It's a basket of sweetgrass, a wedding bouquet
          F#m      E            D          A
It's the ladies I love and the law that I hate
     A                      D      A
But Lord let me die in the Iodine State
A                       E     F#m
Lord let me die in the Iodine State


E|-------------------------------------------------|
B|---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------|
G|-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------|

Violin: F#m E D A

       D                          A 
Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming
       D                               A
On the beach where the big boats rolled in
        D                           A
With the earliest slaves, women and children
          E
Our first American kin

        D                             A
Here on King Street we're selling our roses
D                     A
Two for a five dollar bill
    D                        A
And tonight after everything closes
                   E
I'll follow my own free will
 
         F#m      E    D    A
And I've taken my fill
     F#m     E     D   A
I've taken my fill

D


During the verses, mess around with the honky tonk in A. Honky tonk is about teasing
the minor over a major progression. Something like:

E|----5--5----------------------5------------------|
B|----5--5--5-------------------5------------------|
G|----------5h6------------5h6---------------------|
D|---------------7-5-7~----------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------|