City Folks Call Us Poor

G                 B7            C
Moonlight shining on the grassy meadow

G                   D7             G
Looks like diamonds shining in the night

              B7             C
Whippoorwills singing in the white oak

G                 D7                G
Coon dogs barkin' in the bright moonlight


C                            G
Honeysuckle smells just like sweet perfume

C                          G
Old dogs lyin' over by the door

C                      G
Watermelon rinds momma puts up in a jar

                   C            G
And the city folks they call us poor


                B7          C
Singin' Rock Of Ages on the front porch

G                  D7                    G
Watchin' fireflies light up now and then

                  B7            C
Listenin' to Bill Monroe on the Opry

G                 D7              G
Singin' somethin' 'bout his Uncle Penn


C                            G
Honeysuckle smells just like sweet perfume

C                          G
Old dogs lyin' over by the door

C                      G
Watermelon rinds momma puts up in a jar

                   C            G
And the city folks they call us poor


                B7             C
God He paints a picture in the evenin' sky

G               D7                   G
Blue and purple orange and shades of red

                    B7            C
He knows we can't afford no fancy paintings

   G              D7           G
So we look at the real thing instead


C                            G
Honeysuckle smells just like sweet perfume

C                          G
Old dogs lyin' over by the door

C                      G
Watermelon rinds momma puts up in a jar

                   C            G
And the city folks they call us poor


                 C            G
Oh the city folk they call us poor