Earle Byrd From Mexia Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]You kno[D]w ol' Ear[G]le Byrd down
'round Mexia
Frisco's the closest town
[F]Take a rid[G]e off the black
top onto the chirt rock
Take ya right by his house
He got a cur [C]dog chained
to a dog wood
And a mule that's meaner than shit
He's [D]got him a cham
[G]pion fighting rooster
That chicken the pride of the Uriah pit
Served [D]his country in Korea
Served [C]his time up in a cell
For [F]cooking up

[Verse 2]
[G]good
homemade corn liquor
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man [Gm]richer
[G]When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there [Gm]quicker
[G]Put some slack back in your jaw
I'm talkin' that good
homemade corn liquor
Earl Byrd's been brewin'
since the crack [F]of dawn
[G]

[Verse 3]
Well, [D]now ol' [G]Earle Byrd is an outlaw
Sutton of the south
Was the last of a breed didn't brag
Didn't need you to run off
and run [D]your mouth
[F]Well now, one [C]time the grape
vine wind and wind
Through the hollers up in [G]Perdue [F]Hill
Well then [G]followed the smoke stack
way off the two track
And that's where they found his still
Did a [D]ten year stint in Atmore prison,
[C]farming [Bb]in the fields[F]

[Verse 4]
For cooking up [G]good
homemade corn [Gm]liquor
[G]The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man richer
When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya there [Gm]quicker
[G]Put some slack back in your jaw
I'm talkin' that good
homemade corn liquor
Earl Byrd's been brewin' since the crack

[Interlude 1]
of dawn
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[G][Gm][G][C]
[F][C][G]
[F][D][G]
Well, [F]now [D]ol' Earl

[Verse 5]
[G]Byrd is
ninety- something
Sittin' on the porch, sippin' Ne[C]hi,
[G]gnawin' on [F]a sugar [G]cane [Gm]shoot
[G]Ride out to the house
And he'll tell ya all [Gm]about [G]all the rot
gut [C]rye that he [G]used [D]to [F]brew
He's a [G]mountain of a man from Monroe,
and Lord knows
He don't deny nothing of the premonition
[Gm]Good[G] ol' boys from sou[Gm]th A[G]labama
[D]mak[G]e a livin' during pro[D]hibition
[F]Cooking up

[Verse 6]
[G]good homemade corn [Gm]liquor[G]
The kind that make a man go blind
Kind that make a poor man rich[Gm]er
[G]When the folks vote the county dry
Kind that'll get ya [Gm]there quick[G]er
Put some slack back in your [Gm]jaw
[F]I'm [G]talkin' [Gm]that good
[G]homemade corn [D]liquor
Earl Byrd's been brewin'
[G]since the [Bb]crack [G]of dawn
Till the [F]crack of [Gm]dawn[G]

[Outro 1]
Yeah, till the crack of dawn
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[Gm][G]
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[D][Gm][G][Gm]
[G][Gm]
[Gm][Gm][C]
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