A G D (x2)
[Verse 3]
A G
Civil war came, civil war went
D
Brother fought brother, the south was spent
A G D
But its true demise was hatred, passed down through the years
A G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
D A
But pride has a way of holding too firm to history
G D
And it burns like wildfire
[Chorus]
A G D
Wildfire
A G D
Wildfire
[Instrumental]
A G D (x2)
[Verse 4]
A G
I was born a southern son
D
In a small southern town where the rebels run wild
A G D
They beat their chest and they swear: we're gonna rise again
A G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
D A
The day that old Warren died, hate should have gone with it
G D
But here we are, caught in the wildfire
[Chorus]
A G D
Wildfire
A G D
Wildfire