Bury Me in Southern Ground- Rebel Son

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Em                         	G
I was born in Dixie land Unreconstructed till the end
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In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddy?s ways
Em                         				G
They both thought me right from wrong How to fight and how to get along
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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 
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Let?s 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. 
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Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand.

Chorus
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When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest
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Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
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Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
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 I don?t care if I?m 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 don?t care if I?m in a box or not when they lay me down, 

Just bury me in southern ground.