Folk Art Masterpiece

C G D G My grandmother grew up in a two room shack C G D G The last of seven children, used to dress in gunny sacks C G D Em She said that times were hard, family scattered near and far C G D G Like seeds into the dirt or the dimmest set of stars C G D G And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall C G D G I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all C G D Em You could call it alchemy, some ancient art of old: C G D G Hillbillies with no money spun their garbage into gold C G D G 'Cause I swear a square dance saved my life one hot summer day C G D G I swear I's bout to k**l myself, I swear I's bound away C G D Em I swear I heard the voice of God between the caller's cries: C G D G An Ozark fiddle tune and a pretty girl's brown eyes C G D G And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall C G D G I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all C G D Em I thought that bein' poor would weigh heavy on my soul C G D G But it's a little drunken happiness like this that makes me whole C G D G And you say that anyone could make it, and I guess that's so C G D G I guess I ain't Walt Whitman, I guess she ain't Van Gogh C G D Em You can't account for taste, but I know my north from south C G D G And it's a goddamn folk art masterpiece when she opens up her mouth C G D G And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall C G D G I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all C G D Em You could call it alchemy, some ancient art of old: C G D G Hillbillies with no money spun their garbage into gold