Palmetto Rose

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: 

    
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|-------------------------------------------------| 
|---------5--5h7-5~-------------------------------| 
|-----s6-------------6s--2--4-2-4-2~--------------| 
|-------------------------------------------------| 
|-------------------------------------------------| 
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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 

    
        Abrir tablatura
        
    
    

|-------------------------------------------------| 
|---------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: 

    
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|----5--5----------------------5------------------| 
|----5--5--5-------------------5------------------| 
|----------5h6------------5h6---------------------| 
|---------------7-5-7~----------------------------| 
|-------------------------------------------------| 
|-------------------------------------------------|
 

You get the idea.