Lyrics Southern Son Rising - Demun Jones, JJ & Sissy

Southern Son Rising

The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising
The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising
I been sitting dead red life keeps throwing curveballs
The few that stuck and stayed through it all I don’t deserve y’all
I crawled out the deathbed straight off the pity pot
The gossip had teeth and the bleeding it wouldn’t stop
Kinda hard to blame em when I tied em all up in knots
Hid the truth from em left em all in a bad spot
But I forgive myself whether you did or not
And I left a trail of blood all the way to the top you see
I came from the bottom six kids a mom and pop
Hand me downs you know I got em thought a thousand was a lot
Paint chipping off the walls kids on the bus talked foul
I’m strutting round the back forty screaming what now
The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising
The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising
Do right unto others cause you might need em in battle
Travel light with no grudges cause they won’t ride in the saddle
The road is rough and windy on the mountain a steep climb
And it’s a long way up to the tree line
Just beyond it is where paradise lies
The Monticello highway pink and blue purple skies
The fields that hold reflections of your childhood in its hands
And the dirt that holds your body when it dies
Ashes to ashes back in the ground from which you came
Just a memory and echoes of ya name
As much as anyone, Son the work here is done
Because of you the world will never be the same
The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising
The sound of the southern son rising
Demun and the angels right beside him
Nowhere to run no hiding
From the sound of the southern son rising