Southern Road Guitar Chords by YelaWolf

[Intro: Gracen Hill]
|(Gmin) |(Bbmaj) |(Cmin) |(Dmin)

(Gmin)         (Bbmaj)
And so all my
Dreams
(Cmin)             (Dmin)
To bide all my holes
(Gmin)                  (Bbmaj)
And then i sow all my holes
(Cmin)           (Dmin)           (Gmin)
Just to bide my way back home
(Bbmaj)          (Cmin)    (Dmin)
My way back home
My way back

[Verse 1: Alexander King]:
(Gmin)                               (Bbmaj)
Came from a real deep long line of coal miners
              (Cmin)
Drunk drivers moonshiners that don't take kind to no
(Dmin)
Newcomers or no outsiders
(Gmin)
Lightning rod has every vein on fire
          (Bbmaj)
Or pour gasoline stay ready to fight
(Cmin)
Raised by the gypsies
                (Dmin)
Bikers, pikers, dope boys turned killa gone through a life
      (Gmin)
That taught me how to fight when I was 8 and 9
        (Bbmaj)
Getting jumped from a nights living on each side
      (Cmin)
Paid every toll and sold every oat
     (Dmin)
Earn every stripe I was ever bestowed
       (Gmin)
Walk miles up and down that southern road
        (Bbmaj)
Sold a bunch of dreams to buy back my hopes
          (Cmin)
When they ask how we did it
Tell em we ain't run
         (Dmin)
We ain't go home till its all said and done

[Hook: Gracen Hill]
And so all my
(Gmin)
Dreams
(Bbmaj)             (Cmin)
Is to bide all my holes
(Dmin)                     (Gmin)
And then I sow all my holes
         (Bbmaj)          (Cmin)
Just to bide my way home
      (Dmin)          (Gmin)
And I planted my seeds
                    (Bbmaj)
And I sowed all my holes
                (Cmin)
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
(Dmin)      (Gmin)
On that old southern road
(Bbmaj)                    (Cmin)     (Dmin)
On that old southern road

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]:
(Gmin)
Yeah after I leave the poetry
                       (Bbmaj)
Sitting for people to marvel and criticize
Ain't no reason to apologize
(Cmin)
I leave it behind leaving the beaver why
                 (Dmin)
Maybe cause my daddy did the same to my momma and i
    (Gmin)
I'm better left to prophesize
           (Bbmaj)
Slumerican king littering on my Chevrolet bowtie
(Cmin)                                      (Dmin)
Snakeskin and crocodile boots under my toes
Like I rode through the swamp with the chick
(Gmin)
And doing my favorite reptiles
         (Bbmaj)
Stay stepping on a serpent with the war of a pink cloud
(Cmin)
Baby blues and hues to make you think wow
(Dmin)
Holding my breath under the mainstream now
(Gmin)
Only an iceberg looks this good baby
    (Bbmaj)
Up until i make your ship sink down
(Cmin)
Slum beautiful this rare body is cubicle
(Dmin)
Packing the pain vein like I marsh through those pink pines
Ghetto cowboy
Yelawolf

[Outro: Gracen Hill]
(Repeat)
And so all my
(Gmin)
Dreams
(Bbmaj)             (Cmin)
Is to bide all my holes
(Dmin)                     (Gmin)
And then I sow all my holes
         (Bbmaj)          (Cmin)
Just to bide my way home
      (Dmin)          (Gmin)
And I planted my seeds
                    (Bbmaj)
And I sowed all my holes
                (Cmin)
Yeah I paid my tolls, my tolls, my tolls
(Dmin)      (Gmin)
On that old southern road
(Bbmaj)                    (Cmin)     (Dmin)
On that old southern road

[Outro]
|(Gmin) |(Bbmaj) |(Cmin) |(Dmin)