Bury Me in Southern Ground- Rebel Son
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Em G
I was born in Dixie land Unreconstructed till the end
D AEm
In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddys ways
Em G
They both thought me right from wrong How to fight and how to get along
D AEm
But my own life now is almost gone in southern ground I belong.
Em G
My final hour is drawing near so friend come sit by me right here
D AEm
Lets laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Em G
Please give your word this vow you keep when I return to earth to sleep.
D AEm
Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand.
Chorus
G D
When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest
G Em C
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
G Em C G D
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
G D Em c
I dont care if Im in a box or not when they lay me down,
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Just bury me in southern ground.
One last look at the country side before I close my weary eyes
Southern air for my last breath here comes my sweet angel of death
Sing Dixie while they lower me so I hear it for eternity
I can feel the reapers touch ashes to ashes dust to dust
Chorus
When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
I dont care if Im in a box or not when they lay me down,
Just bury me in southern ground.
