A
Palmetto rose in the AC vent
Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went
D
Said his cab was his orneriest friend
A
Left him jumping like trees in the wind
A
Thought he had the red lights memorized
Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
D
In that slow motion minute between living and dead
A
Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said
A D A
This war that I wage to get up every day
E A
It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
F#m E D A
It's the women I love and the law that I hate
D A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
E A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
(During the last part of the Chorus, mimic the vocal melody with something like this:
|-------------------------------------------------|
|---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------|
|-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
A
Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
Pearly white stem and a big green bud
D
Catch him coming out of a King Street store
A
Bullshit story about the Civil War
A
You can believe what you want to believe
But there ain't no making up a basket weave
D
Everybody in the tri-county knows
A
Who makes the best palmetto rose
A D A
This war that I wage to get up every day
E A
It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
F#m E D A
It's the women I love and the law that I hate
D A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
E A
Lord let me die in the Iodine State
|-------------------------------------------------|
|---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------|
|-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
Violin: F#m E D A
D A
Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming
D A
On the beach where the big boats rolled in
D A
With the earliest slaves, women and children
E
Our first American kin
D A
Here on King Street we're selling our roses
D A
Two for a five dollar bill
D A
And tonight after everything closes
E
I'll follow my own free will
F#m E D A
And I've taken my fill
F#m E D A
I've taken my fill
D
During the verses, mess around with the honky tonk in A. Honky tonk is about teasing
the minor over a major progression. Something like:
|----5--5----------------------5------------------|
|----5--5--5-------------------5------------------|
|----------5h6------------5h6---------------------|
|---------------7-5-7~----------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------|
You get the idea.