Upchurch - Legend Of The South

[Intro]

D C G D

[Verse 1]

D C
There’s a warm wind a-blowin’
G D
And a burnin’ sun droppin’ down
D C
At the end of time I’ll be rockin’
G D
In a wooden chair like I’m still starin’ at a crowd
D C
‘Cause this road I’ve traveled has been long and full of heartache
G D
But the heartache’s gone when nobody’s around
D C
When them Hollywood lights all go dim and California looks like a dead town
G D
You know where I’ll be found

[Chorus]

D
Yeah, I’ll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin’ plains
C
With the coal smoke steady rollin’ off of that train
G D
And my songs will always live down in the country (Country)
D
Where that young boy livin’ for a Friday night
C
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
G D
When the words from the past speak up so loud (Speak up so loud)
D C
Yeah, that’s the voice, that’s the voice, that’s the voice
G D
The voice from a legend in the south (In the south)

[Verse 2]

D
When I’m fifty years old I’ll be on my back porch
C
Smokin’ me a fuckin’ stogie about the size of a torch
G
Gettin’ pulled to rock music that’s vibratin’ the place
D
Til the neighbors call the police on my dirty white ass
D
Yeah, I figured you thought this was the talkin’ blues
C
Yeah, it’s talkin’ blues just in my shit-kick boots
G
I like to say stuff like ‘fuck you’ and some more
D
That’s why you won’t find my album at a Walmart store

[Verse 3]

D
Yeah, I’m the white horse that won’t let nobody ride
C
No saddle for my back for the next half ass guy
G
Nobody yankin’ my reins or stoppin’ the go
D
I gallop with hooves courted in forty-niner gold
D
Yeah, I’m the cheap ugly mutt that’s faster, Than the million dollar quarter
C
Horse and there ain’t no catchin’ me, it’s a no go
G
I so grown into bein’ the old soul so this soul goes
D
And the time ain’t fadin’ not none of my fuckin’ vocals

[Chorus]

D
I’ll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin’ plains
C
With the coal smoke steady rollin’ off of that train
G D
And my songs will always live down in the country
D
Where that young boy livin’ for a Friday night
C
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
G D
When the words from the past speak up so loud
D C
Yeah, that’s the voice, that’s the voice, that’s the voice
G D
The voice from a legend in the south

[Bridge]

D
Well I’m obsessed with trucks and cars way too loud
C
Dump women if they don’t like country sounds
G
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of
D
Waylon Jennings (You know that’s true)
D
I still sip well water right out of the hose
C
Smoke so much weed that my eyes are closed
G
I write songs fucked up like I’m kin to old
D
George Jones (Old George Jones)
D
Yeah, most the time I’m higher than a kite
C
And my arms are wings and I’m takin’ flight
G
And don’t plan on stoppin’ ‘til I run outta
D
Gas or crash (That’d be bad)
D
Yeah, my tattoos look like absolute shit
C
And my teeth are crooked as a crackhead’s chin
G
But my knuckles still feel like a boat
D
Built Ford Tough (For me it’s enough)

[Chorus]

D
Yeah, I’ll be the ghost on a hilltop overlookin’ plains
C
With the coal smoke steady rollin’ off of that train
G D
And my songs will always live down in the country
D
Where that young boy livin’ for a Friday night
C
Plays an old lost song through the radio dial
G D
When the words from the past speak up so loud
D C
Yeah, that’s the voice, that’s the voice, that’s the voice
G D
The voice from a legend in the south