'neath Antebellu[D]m mansions
Where the ancient[A] floorboards[Bm] sag [G]
And Span[Bm]ish moss sways gently as [A]
Bm A G...
A tattered Rebel flag
Strolling past wrought iron fences
Tipped with rusty spikes
I felt the softness of your hand
You were beautiful that night
We walked in long shadows
Long after it was dark
Took our shoes off by the fountain
Down at the city park
Your flowered dress was clinging and
Your hair was stringy wet
We kissed beneath the white cascade
I never will forget
Georgia moon[D]
Hanging down like[G] a tear[A]
[Bm]
Laying low i[G]n the bottom of[A] the sky [Bm]
Sneaking up on m[G]e like a thief in the [A]night [Bm]
Every time i[A]t makes me think of you [G]
Long ag[G]o beneath t[A]he Georgia moon[D]
In the Confederate cemetery
A sentry stood on high
Expressionless despite
A fuselage of fireflies
On the graves of our grandfathers
Where the grass is long and cool
It was there we laid our blanket down
Like a flag of truce
On your mother's wide veranda
We said our last goodbyes
You were off to college by
The red dawn's early light
Now your memory still shines on me
Part Heaven and part Hell
Oh to reach for the roses, we
Must feel the thorns as well
Where the ancient[A] floorboards[Bm] sag [G]
And Span[Bm]ish moss sways gently as [A]
Bm A G...
A tattered Rebel flag
Strolling past wrought iron fences
Tipped with rusty spikes
I felt the softness of your hand
You were beautiful that night
We walked in long shadows
Long after it was dark
Took our shoes off by the fountain
Down at the city park
Your flowered dress was clinging and
Your hair was stringy wet
We kissed beneath the white cascade
I never will forget
Georgia moon[D]
Hanging down like[G] a tear[A]
[Bm]
Laying low i[G]n the bottom of[A] the sky [Bm]
Sneaking up on m[G]e like a thief in the [A]night [Bm]
Every time i[A]t makes me think of you [G]
Long ag[G]o beneath t[A]he Georgia moon[D]
In the Confederate cemetery
A sentry stood on high
Expressionless despite
A fuselage of fireflies
On the graves of our grandfathers
Where the grass is long and cool
It was there we laid our blanket down
Like a flag of truce
On your mother's wide veranda
We said our last goodbyes
You were off to college by
The red dawn's early light
Now your memory still shines on me
Part Heaven and part Hell
Oh to reach for the roses, we
Must feel the thorns as well
