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