| Sure we had a reputation
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| For being weak and rude
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| And I guess there ain’t no saying
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| What’s the truth
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| We used to rather mind our business
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| And take care of it too
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| Still we like to keep to ourselves now
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| How 'bout you?
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| Sing a song for a mad ol' country
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| No place like home
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| Just a song for this mad ol' towa
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| The north will rise again!
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| It’s rising!
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| So we liked to drink our whiskey
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| For a forth sight in a row
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| And go raisin' hell down south
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| What a real bloody horrorshow
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| And yes, we take a lot of pride, man
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| In what we are and what we do
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| At least we have integrity, son
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| How 'bout you?
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| It’s rising:
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| Can you hear it honey?
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| Now for all ye unbelievers
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| Just let the truth be knows
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| You can take a an out of here, girl
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| But never above
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| It’s rising! |