Southern Road

|Am |C |Dm |Em

Am         C
And so all my
Dreams
Dm             Em
To bide all my holes
Am                  C
And then i sow all my holes
Dm           Em           Am
Just to bide my way back home
C           Dm    Em
My way back home
My way back

[Verse 1: Alexander King]:
Am                               
Came from a real deep long line of 
C
coal miners
              Dm
Drunk drivers moonshiners that don't
 take kind to no
Em
Newcomers or no outsiders
Am
Lightning rod has every vein on fire
          C
Or pour gasoline stay ready to fight
Dm
Raised by the gypsies
                Em
Bikers, pikers, dope boys turned 
killa gone through a life
      Am
That taught me how to fight when I 
was 8 and 9
        C
Getting jumped from a nights living 
on each side
      Dm
Paid every toll and sold every oat
     Em
Earn every stripe I was ever 
bestowed
       Am
Walk miles up and down that southern
 road
        C
Sold a bunch of dreams to buy back 
my hopes
          Dm
When they ask how we did it
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Tell em we ain't run
         Em
We ain't go home till its all said 
and done

[Hook: Gracen Hill]
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C              Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em                     Am
And then I sow all my holes
         C           Dm
Just to bide my way home
      Em          Am
And I planted my seeds
                    C
And I sowed all my holes
                Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my 
tolls
Em      Am
On that old southern road
C                     Dm     Em
On that old southern road

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]:
Am
Yeah after I leave the poetry
                       C
Sitting for people to marvel and 
criticize
Ain't no reason to apologize
Dm
I leave it behind leaving the beaver
 why
                 Em
Maybe cause my daddy did the same to
 my momma and i
    Am
I'm better left to prophesize
           C
Slumerican king littering on my 
Chevrolet bowtie
Dm                                
Snakeskin and crocodile boots 
      Em
under my toes
Like I rode through the swamp with 
the chick
Am
And doing my favorite reptiles
         C
Stay stepping on a serpent with the 
war of a pink cloud
Dm
Baby blues and hues to make you 
think wow
Em
Holding my breath under the 
mainstream now
Am
Only an iceberg looks this good baby
    C
Up until i make your ship sink down
Dm
Slum beautiful this rare body is 
cubicle
Em
Packing the pain vein like I marsh 
through those pink pines
Ghetto cowboy
Yelawolf

[Outro: Gracen Hill]
(Repeat)
And so all my
Am
Dreams
C              Dm
Is to bide all my holes
Em                     Am
And then I sow all my holes
         C           Dm
Just to bide my way home
      Em          Am
And I planted my seeds
                    C
And I sowed all my holes
                Dm
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my 
tolls
Em      Am
On that old southern road
C                     Dm     Em
On that old southern road