I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas Cracklin' bread and turnip greens Washin' 'em down with a big I'm a son of the south I've picked tomatoes off of the vine Watermelon in the summertime Ate 'em in the shade of a Georgia pine I'm a son of the south I'm a son of a son of a son of the south For generations of 'bless your heart' And 'honey chile, hush your mouth' My great grandaddy knew Robert E. Lee I knew Elvis and he knew me I learned about Jesus at my mama's knee Like every good son of the south I had one grandaddy was a preacher man He loved the lord and he hated sin He used to let me go to church with him He was a son of the south My other grandpappy ran a moonshine still Up in the woods high on a hill He took me there once and that was a thrill He was a son of the south Now I've got a little boy six years old He knows and he didn't have to be told He was born with a whole lot of soul He's a son of the south He's already picked cotton and a little guitar Drank his milk from a mason jar He knows good and well where his roots are He's a son of the south Spoken: Save your confederate money, boys I'm a son of the south.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
