"Alabama - When It All Goes South (correct)
Play with capo on 1st fret.
Chord shapes are relative to position of capo.
[F]INTRO
[F]It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine,
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line.
'Til one day you're craving hominy grits,
And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits.
Drinkin' [Ab]Jack Black tryin' to kick back,
'Til the [Bb]condo's looking like a shotgun shack,
You'll be [F]one of us no matter where you're at.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (You'll be drivin' around on a [Ab]John Deere tractor)
When it [F]all goes south. (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in,
[Bb]One day the South's gonna rise a[F]gain.
There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north,
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report.
He's got two homes, car loans, in debt,
And his third divorce ain't even final yet.
Traded his [Ab]MBA for a SUV on a [Bb]backwoods road down in Tennessee,
Cause [F]man, Manhattan ain't the place to be.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (With the live oak trees and the [Ab]sweet magnolias)
When it [F]all goes south. (Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in
[Bb]Someday the South's gonna rise a[F]gain
[F]INSTRUMEN[Ab]TAL[Bb][C]
[F]Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City,
Y'all it sure looks pretty in the sunshine,
Getting' dixie fried, get yourself some rebel pride.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as M[Ab]ississippi mud)
When it [F]all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in,
[Bb]One day the South's gonna ri[F]se again
When it all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
When it all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood)
"
Play with capo on 1st fret.
Chord shapes are relative to position of capo.
[F]INTRO
[F]It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine,
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line.
'Til one day you're craving hominy grits,
And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits.
Drinkin' [Ab]Jack Black tryin' to kick back,
'Til the [Bb]condo's looking like a shotgun shack,
You'll be [F]one of us no matter where you're at.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (You'll be drivin' around on a [Ab]John Deere tractor)
When it [F]all goes south. (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in,
[Bb]One day the South's gonna rise a[F]gain.
There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north,
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report.
He's got two homes, car loans, in debt,
And his third divorce ain't even final yet.
Traded his [Ab]MBA for a SUV on a [Bb]backwoods road down in Tennessee,
Cause [F]man, Manhattan ain't the place to be.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (With the live oak trees and the [Ab]sweet magnolias)
When it [F]all goes south. (Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in
[Bb]Someday the South's gonna rise a[F]gain
[F]INSTRUMEN[Ab]TAL[Bb][C]
[F]Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City,
Y'all it sure looks pretty in the sunshine,
Getting' dixie fried, get yourself some rebel pride.
When it [Bb]all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as M[Ab]ississippi mud)
When it [F]all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood)
Now it [Eb]really don't matter what state you're in,
[Bb]One day the South's gonna ri[F]se again
When it all goes south. (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
When it all goes south. (You'll be singing the blues `cause it's in your blood)
"
