TRUE SOUTH
As recorded by Rodney Atkins
(2024 release)


[Intro]
Am   Dm Am


[Verse 1]
Am
We don't smoke meth smoke brisket
Am
Learned young what a 30.06 is
Am
Girls cut they own cut off britches
Am
Melt boys like butter on a cat head biscuit
Am
Mm mm good
Am
It's going down any ol' neck of the woods
Am
Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap
Am
Tractor in the front party in the back


[Chorus]
Am
We are the true south
   C                        Dm
Baptized with a cotton mouth
Am
Deep in the way out
   C                     Dm
Redneck with a blue hound
         Am
Ain't no concrete cowboys
C                 Dm
Riding round down here
       Am
Buncha backwood plow boys
        C                   Dm
Tillin' rust on an old John Deere
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
Am
We are the true south


[Verse 2]
Am
Carhatt sitting in a church pew
      C                      Dm
Thank God for the mud on our work boots
Am
Young'uns running wild like kudzu
    C            Dm
Dog napping on a bale 'neath a lean two
Am                   C              Dm
Raised on hard work, grits and grace
    Am                          Dm
Homemade right here in the USA amen


[Chorus]
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
   C                        Dm
Baptized with a cotton mouth
Am
Deep in the way out (Deep in the way out)
   C                     Dm
Redneck with a blue hound
         Am
Ain't no concrete cowboys
C                 Dm
Riding round down here
       Am
Buncha backwood plow boys
        C                   Dm
Tillin' rust on an old John Deere (that's right)
Am
We are the true south (Yeah we are the true south)
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)


[Fiddle Solo]
Am   C Dm Am   C Dm


[Bridge]
           Am
'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap
            C                      Dm
('Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap)
     Am
Yeah tractor in the front, party in the back
Am
That's where we at (woo)


[Chorus]
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
   C                        Dm
Baptized with a cotton mouth
Am
Deep in the way out (Deep in the way out)
   C                     Dm
Redneck with a blue hound
         Am
Ain't no concrete cowboys
C                 Dm
Riding round down here
       Am
Buncha backwood plow boys
        C                   Dm
Tillin' rust on an old John Deere (that's right)
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)


[Outro]
Am   C Dm
Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
C               Dm                     Am
We are the true south (We are the true south)
   C Dm
(Hey)
   Am
We don't smoke meth smoke brisket
        Dm             Am
Learned young what 30.06 is
Am
(We are the true south)
C                Dm
(We are the true south)
               Am            C  Dm
Homemade right here in the USA amen
Am
(We are the true south)
C               Dm
We are the true south
N.C.
We are the true south