Tom: G
Introdução:
Verse
G C G
I'm gonna go down on the creek bank, gather all my people
C G D
Pitch horseshoes until the sun goes down
G C G
Gonna barbecue my ribs, eat potato salad
C G D
Let the bird dogs run, let the children sing
G
Lord we're gonna get down
C G
Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie
C G D
Where my father and my children's feet have trod
C G
We shall all sing "Hallelujah"
C G D G
I'm American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God
Verse
G C G
I'm gonna slip off with my cousin For a little shot of bourbon
C G D
Listen to him stretch the truth for a little while
G C G
I'm gonna sneak up behind my baby
C
And tell her that I love her
G D
I'm gonna lay her down in a hickory sheet
G
And watch my baby smile
C G
Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie
C G D
Where my father and my children's feet have trod
C G
We shall all sing "Hallelujah"
C G D G
I'm American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God
C G
Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie
C G D
Where my father and my children's feet have trod
C G
We shall all sing "Hallelujah"
C G D G
I'm American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God