Slave To South

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[Verse 1]
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I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house
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I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out
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I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
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And a man with the weight of the world on his back

[Verse 2]
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I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes
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And I'll work in these fields for the rest of my life
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Like my father before me who worked every day
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And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me

[Chorus]
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Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
       B
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
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And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
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And somebody there who’s still waiting for me

[Bridge]
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And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
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With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
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And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
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With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow Southern state

[Break]
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[Verse 3]
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I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain
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And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
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Well with sun on my face and with god on my side
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Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise

[Verse 4]
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Well I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this
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With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist
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Well if my hair has gone gray and its rains still ain’t came
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Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away

[Chorus]
       G#m
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
       B
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
 A#m
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
 C#
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me

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And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
A#m                   C#          F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
      A#m       C#            F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
         A#m             C#           F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow Southern state