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              Uncast Shadow Of A Southern Myth - Parkay Quarts
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Tuning: Standard

Intro: D Bm x5

D                           Bm           D
Id seen the bloodlands of Antietam
                             Bm
The shotgun shack in Tupelo
      D                        Am                  G
But a brick circumference left hollow by Sherman
                    Em
Crumbling before me how it moans

D                      Bm
His shape swallows my recollection
D                        Bm
That phantom silhouette implied
D                              Am                            G
Strange fruit rotting from an air morning hotter than hell
                       Em
Is this the king’s last man Ive spied

D                        Bm
I stood there beside my companion
D                              Bm
Scratching a rumor he had heard
D 
Do you have a gun?
                Am
What? He said, yeah, you mean this one?
G                                   Em
Straight down the barrel was his word

D                                  Bm
And I smelt the fumes he inhaled swiftly
D                              Bm
Each word was hinged upon his choke
D                        Am                      G
Like kudzu creeping up a state tree discretely
                       Em
Forever bending as it broke

D                                 Bm
And I heard the jangling keys of Graceland
D                                      Bm
Ring from his teeth stained round from coke
D                          Am                    G
Drunk and stumbling like a man of distinction
                        Em
They clamored shaking as he spoke

D                             Bm
Of droves of pilgrims at his doorway
D                            Bm
Of Reagan, Carter, Clinton, Gore
D                      Am
Fortunes offered them, refused routinely
G                                    Em
This aint no damn auction house he swore

D                                    Bm
Black male standing around 6 foot something
D                                    Bm
Ebbs through the waves of small town bias
D                    Am                    G
A minute coldly from southern affection
                        Em
Collides secretly into night

D                                 Bm
Forgive those who trespass against us
D                         Bm
Began the dead intruders plea
D                  Am                   G
Into the very muzzle I’d once bit into
                                 Em
He gives the last words he will speak

D                                 Bm
That broken glass supports forced entry
D                                Bm
Reminds his lawyer through the phone
D                             Am
What southern judge do you know, comforting gently
G                                    Em
Who jails white men who defend their home

D                               Bm
No souls are present for the moment
D                                   Bm
His bombed out brick walls finally fell
D                      Am
Lying face down in the throes of atonement
G                               Em
Checked out of the Heartbreak Hotel

D Bm x2 D Am G Em

D        A      G      D      A      G
It’s the uncast shadow of a southern myth x5