Somewhere South Of Macon

Fm Fm I cut my teeth in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon C Mama fed me a bottle from a moonshine still to wash down beans and bacon Fm Papa worked the night shift, Mama worked the day Bbm Never dreaming one day I’d turn and walk away Fm C Cm Fm Turn and walk away from that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon Fm Mama told me not to let my pettycoat show north east south west of Macon Cm C C7 Don’t ever let my feelings show ‘cause it’d ruin my reputation Fm Took a walk in the woods one Sunday Bbm The world turned dark and still Fm C Fm I first made love in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon Fm Bbm That mill town south of Macon still had a hold on me Fm My folks they feel forsaken, Lord C7 But me I’m feelin’ free Fm Bbm I’d rather roam and ramble and live until I die Fm Eb Db C Fm Eb Fm Than to spend my life as a mill man’s wife, too tired to wonder why Fm Gonna slip into my Calico dress and go down to the Greyhound station C7 Gonna lay my hard earned dollar down for a one way destination Fm Bbm Gonna tell that late night driver, lord mister, take it slow Fm C Fm Cm Fm While I wave farewell to that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon Fm Bbm That mill town south of Macon still had a hold on me Fm My folks they feel forsaken, Lord C But me I’m feelin’ free Fm Bbm I’d rather roam and ramble and live until I die Fm Eb Db C Fm Eb Fm Than to spend my life as a mill man’s wife, too tired to wonder why Fm Bbm That mill town south of Macon still had a hold on me Fm My folks they feel forsaken, Lord C But me I’m feelin’ free Fm Bbm I’d rather roam and ramble and live until I die Fm Eb Db C Fm Eb Fm Than to spend my life as a mill man’s wife, too tired to wonder why