The Weeks

Slave To South

The Weeks


Tom: F#

F#  B  F#  B  

[Verse 1]
F#                                 B             F#
I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house
F#                             B              F#
I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out
F#                        B            F#
I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
F#                                B           F#
And a man with the weight of the world on his back

[Verse 2]
F#                                    B           F#
I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes
F#                                    B          F#
And I'll work in these fields for the rest of my life
F#                            B            F#
Like my father before me who worked every day
F#                                   B               F#
And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me

[Chorus]
       G#m
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
       B
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
 A#m
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
 C#
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me

[Bridge]
A#m             C#              F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
A#m                   C#          F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
      A#m       C#            F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
         A#m             C#           F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow Southern state

[Break]
 G#m B C# G#m B

[Verse 3]
F#                                    B           F#
I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain
F#                                   B           F#
And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
F#                                B           F#
Well with sun on my face and with god on my side
F#                         B                 F#
Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise

[Verse 4]
F#                                B            F#
Well I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this
F#                                B           F#
With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist
F#                                    B              F#
Well if my hair has gone gray and its rains still ain’t came
F#                                 B                F#
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away

[Chorus]
       G#m
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
       B
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
 A#m
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
 C#
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me

A#m             C#              F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
A#m                   C#          F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
      A#m       C#            F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
         A#m             C#           F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow Southern state

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