Southern Cross bass tab by Ron Pope

Intro
G D C G

G
She was a hard, hard woman with a pilgrim soul,
D
Had a face all lined from I don?t know
C
Where she has been,
                        G
But now she?s here with me.

G                             D
We headed North on 29 through Kansas City,

4th of July.
     C
In the late night fog,
                       G
There were fireworks to see.

CHORUS
             C                G    D
And when I?m lost, you are my True North.
           C           G        D
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross.
              C                G        D
And though it burns, you don?t fear the hurt,
         Em            D              C             G
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt.


G
We were all hopped up on kerosene,
D
Or something else that burns, it seemed
C
That we would never
G
Put the fire out.

G
I got down on my knees to pray,
D
Forgot the words I used to say,
C
When I was young,
                       G
Each night ?fore I laid down.


CHORUS
             C                G    D
And when I?m lost, you are my True North.
           C           G        D
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross.
              C                G        D
And though it burns, you don?t fear the hurt,
         Em            D              C             G
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt.
         Em            D              C             G
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt.


          Em             C
I?ve been counting stars above the water,
G                C
Evenin?s winding down.
     Em                 C                   G   Em C
Just thinking bout the things I?ve seen and where I?m running now.
    Em                    C         G       D     C
And when the sun comes up tomorrow I?ll be headed out.
     Em                G                  D
Yeah that?s the part I know could tear me down.

CHORUS
             C                G    D
And when I?m lost, you are my True North.
           C           G        D
Carry the weight of my Southern Cross.
              C                G        D
And though it burns, you don?t fear the hurt,
         Em            D              C             G
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt.
         Em            D              C             G
You were born from the dust, you were raised in the dirt.
     Em            D              C             G