It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back 'til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack you'll be one of us no matter where you're at When it all goes south
When it all goes south You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor When it all goes south Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards When it all goes south It really don't matter what state you're in Someday the south's gonna rise again
There's a Wall Street wonderboy Sittin' up north Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report Got two homes, car loans, in debt And his third divorce ain't even final yet Traded his MBA for a SUV on a backwoods road in Tennessee Cause Manhattan ain't the place to be When it all goes south
When it all goes south With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias When it all goes south Eatin' moon pies , drinking RC colas When it all goes south It really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again
Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine Getting' dixiefried Get yourself some rebel pride
When it all goes south Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud When it all goes south You'll be singing the blues ‘cause it's in your blood It really don't matter what state you're in Someday the south's gonna rise again When it all goes southTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
