Burnt The Sawmill Down chords by Aaron Lewis

Intro:
D  C  G  D  x2

Verse 1:

D                   C
Dirt road, Georgia, childhood days

  G              D
A sawmill way of life

        Am
Where I grew up to love a rich girl

          G           D
Who could never be my wife

        D                C
And the roses near their mansion

     G              D
On a cool, southern ground

    Am
She cut a memory into mine

      G                 D
But I had to leave that town

D                     C
Dirt poor, backwoods, I was raised

        G                D
Now the lawman's comin' 'round

     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy

       G                 D
But he burnt the sawmill down"

Chorus:

          Bm                 A
It's been years since I left Georgia

      G                  D
And I left there on the run

             C
They say her daddy's still in a rage

G    F      D
Over what I done

       Bm             A
But he shot at me for lovin' her

           G            D
Thought he run me outta town

      C
But I hid until the mornin' light

       G          F       D
Then I burned his sawmill down

Instrumental:
D  C  G  D

Verse 2:

D                 C
I still love that long-haired girl

          G               D
There's a price tag on my head

    Am
Her daddy owns the county law

         G                  D
And if I go back there, I'm dead

   D               C
So I just dream of southern roses

    G                D
And miss the love we found

        Am
Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor

   G                 D
Or burnt the sawmill down

Chorus:

          Bm                 A
It's been years since I left Georgia

      G                  D
And I left there on the run

             C
They say her daddy's still in a rage

G    F      D
Over what I done

       Bm             A
But he shot at me for lovin' her

           G            D
Thought he run me outta town

      C
But I hid until the mornin' light

       G          F       D
Then I burned his sawmill down

Outro:

D                     C
Dirt poor, backwoods, I was raised

        G                D
Now the lawman's comin' 'round

     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy

       G         F       D
But he burnt the sawmill down"

     Am
Mama said, "I raised a good boy

       G         F       D
But he burnt the sawmill down"

Am      G  F  D