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