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Good God Have Mercy by Roy Buchanan
Good God Have Mercy
In this song cord transitions precede each phrase by 1 bar; this is shown by the indented lyrics.
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[Intro]
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Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods
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Where they make sweet turpentine
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There I first saw the light of day
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Landin' on my mind
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Runnin' in the sunshine laughing
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Rollin' in the red dirt crying
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school
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I eat lunch from the cans of our store
A
Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove
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I used to keep out in the cold
A
Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh
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What I'd be when I grew old
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Trestle track, now mama
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Where the BNN used to haul
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Freight train caught daddy one day
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He took a long, long fall
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I'd only been taught to think on life
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Never thought on death at all
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
[Solo]
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Now every Sunday after church
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There'd be a meeting on the ground
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Some good soul she would always say
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It's a shame about Frieda Brown
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Mama and the ladies they formed a society
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They run Frieda out of town
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I said mmmm mmmm
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Good God have mercy
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Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home
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Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home
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Good God have mercy
Down in South Carolina in the piny woods where they make sweet turpentine;
There I first saw the light of day Landin' on my mind.
Runnin' in the sunshine laughin',
Rollin' in the red dirt cryin'.
I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy.
Canary warehouses, baby, I went to school;
I even lunched from the cans of our store;
Heatin' them up on a hot-bellied stove;
I used to keep out in the cold.
Sittin' around, you know, just to tell 'em lies about, ah,
What I'd be when I grew old.
I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy.
Trestlin' the track down, mama, where the BNN Used to haul;
Freight train caught daddy one day;
He took a long, long fall.
I'd only been taught to think on life;
Never thought on death at all.
I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy.
Now every Sunday after church there'd be a meeting on the ground.
Some good soul, she would always say "It's a shame about Frieda Brown!"
Mama and the ladies they formed a society;
They'd run Frieda out of town.
I said, hmmh, Good God have mercy.
Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home,
Daddy's on the main line, the kid' don't need him home.
Good God have mercy.
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