| Raised a child of farmer folks down in the Southern land
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| I worked all day in the summer sun 'til my back was leather tan
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| Now I’ve been called hillbilly, I’ve been called a redneck too
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| But I ain’t backwards, dumb or poor, I’m just red, white and blue
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| Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam
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| Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
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| This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
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| We’re the backbone of this country and we’re proud of who we are
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| From Richmond to Montgomery
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| From San Antone to Caroline
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| There’s a brand new spirit sweepin' in
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| Like wind through Georgia pines
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| I hold on to some old ways
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| I ain’t scared to try the new
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| But what it comes to what I change
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| I’ll be the one to choose
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| Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam
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| Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
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| This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
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| We’re the backbone of this country and we’re proud of who we are
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| Well the times are a changin'
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| And the South has come of age
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| We’ve put the past behind us
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| It’s time to turn the page |