调：B major•
Verse 1
I don't know much about being famous.
It was red dirt that gave us
The cotton we were picking
Where you got down on your
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Bm
B
knees to pray
The same mom and daddy raised us
The same red blood saved us
That saved you from the pit
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E
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E
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of hell
B
Hey, Sister Cash,
what is it like being married
to a shouting, screaming,
You know I'm as proud as all, get out,
it is the red words of Jesus that he shouts
And we sing and we clap
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E
F#
On the red dirt, it was red blood
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B
E
On the red dirt, it was red blood
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