| There’s a flag flying overhead
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| And I used to think it meant one thing
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| But now I’ve grown up and seen the world
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| And I know what it really means
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| I wanted it to be the symbol of a boy
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| Who wasn’t scared to take a stand
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| But now I know it’s just a hammer driving nails
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| In the coffin of a long dead land
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| Oh, and I can’t take it anymore
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| I don’t want your stars and bars
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| And your blood on my damn hands
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| I’m looking away now Dixie
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| Cause I’ve seen all I can stand
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| The line really ain’t that thin
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| Between heritage and hate
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| One saying, «Yes Ma’am"and «Thank you»
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| And making sure you pull your own weight
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| The others what happens when you try to hold down
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| Anybody that ain’t just like you
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| You can call it what you want
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| But it’s a god damn shame
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| And I’m glad I finally see the truth
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| Oh, I can finally see the truth
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| I don’t want your stars and bars
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| And your blood on my damn hands
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| I’m looking away now Dixie
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| Cause I’ve seen all I can stand
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| You say, «Where's your rebel pride boy?»
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| Well sorry Mister, it’s all gone
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| That flag ain’t never led to one thing good
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| Tear it down, I wanna tear it down
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| I’m looking away now Dixie
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| Cause I’ve seen all I can stand
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| I’m looking away now Dixie
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| Cause I’ve seen all I can stand
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| But I’m still a southern man
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| Oh, I’m still a southern man
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| Still a southern man |