Frank Foster — Bringin My Pole

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[Intro]
E B A x4

[Verse 1]
E             B A   E                                  B A E
Way up yonder,       up there behind them pearly gates, 
E                               B A E                              E
is there a place, Lord I wonder,     where a good old boy can stay?

[Chorus 1]
        B               A                E
Cause I love the life I live down in the south land. 
            B                  A                   E            B                       A
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line. And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, 
         E                             B
Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road 
     A                                                     E      B A E 
that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.

[Verse 2]
B A       E                    B A E                                              
  I don't claim to be no saint,    doing my best to get a little better every day  
B A                        E                                        B A               E     
  And when they asked me, "Frank, won't you tell me, why do you drink?"  Cause I know I'll fly away.

[Chorus 2]
        B               A                E
Cause I love the life I live down in the south land. 
            B                  A                   E            B                       A
There ain't nothing like being below the old mason line. And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, 
         E                             B
Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road 
     A                                                     E      
that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.

[Solo]

E B A x4

[Verse 3]
              E                                           B A
Lord I hope I live me a long time until I'm old and grey.
E                                                             B A
And when I face my final hour, this here's what I'm gonna say.
  
[Chorus 3]
     B                  A                E
Well I sure did love my life down in the south land. 
          B                  A                    E            B                       A
There was nothing like being below this old mason line. And if heaven ain't a lot like dixie, 
         E                             B
Lord you know I still wanna go, I just hope you got a dirt road 
     A                                                     E      
that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.
       B
I just hope you got a dirt road 
     A                                                     E      
that leads to a fishing hole and don't mind me bringing my pole.		
    

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