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Ain't about my pistol |
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Ain't about my boots |
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Ain't about no northern drives |
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Ain't about my southern roots |
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Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps |
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"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" |
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Ain't about excuses or alibis |
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Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies |
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Ain't about the races, the crying shame |
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To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same |
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Don't get me wrong It just ain't right |
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May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight |
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If you want to live another day |
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Stay out the way of the southern thing |
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Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass |
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It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past |
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Ain't about no foolish pride, Ain't about no flag |
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Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag |
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You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright |
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You wonder how I sleep at night |
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Proud of the glory, stare down the shame |
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Duality of the southern thing |
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My Great Great Granddad had a hole in his side |
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He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night |
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Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone |
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From a Yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home |
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Ain't no plantations in my family tree |
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Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free |
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"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?" |
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His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man |
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I heard the story as it was passed down |
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About guts and glory and Rebel stands |
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Four generations, a whole lot has changed |
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Robert E. Lee |
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Martin Luther King |
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We've come a long way rising from the flame |
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Stay out the way of the southern thing |
