Southern Justice Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt - Southern Justice
He was [D]born in the big iron city
[F]Deep in the heart of [G]Dixie yes he was [D]now
Raised on the Good Book[F]
Taught to take a [G]good look at what’s [D]goin’ on[C]
His daddy was a [G]Birmingham [D]lawman
A [C]servant of the [G]people through and [A]through
They say [D]blood is thicker than water[C]
So the boy got a [G]badge and a suit of [D]blue.
Chorus:
He was [G]long on Southern [D]Justice
Practiced his [G]law out on the [A]street
Drew the [G]line for the [D]criminal mind to [G]see[F]
Dedicated to [G]keep God’s children [D]free.
There are [D]two sides to every big city[F]
And he walked on the [G]one that wasn’t [D]pretty
A solitary ranger[F]
He had to deal with the [G]danger round [D]every turn[C]
Every day was a [G]tightrope of de[D]cision[C]
Between a forty-[G]four and a heart of [A]gold
Some of those[D] hard case confrontations[C]
Would cut him like a [G]switch-blade to his [D]soul.
Chorus:
[G] [D] [G] [A]
Late one [D]night down on Crack Street Alley[F]
He walked up on a [G]bad deal goin’ [D]down
He knew what he’d done[F]
When he saw that shot[G]gun [D]swing around[C]
He drew then [G]froze in hesi[D]tation[C]
When he saw that [G]fourteen year old [A]face
Then the [D]fire from that shotgun barrel[C]
Blew all his [G]burdens [D]away
[G]Oh blew his [C]burdens [D]away.
Chorus: X2
[C]Dedicated to [G]keep God’s children [D]free[F]
Oh [G]Lord to keep them [D]free[F] [G]
Got to keep em [D]free.
[F] [G] [D]
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