SON OF THE SOUTH
Writer Bill Anderson
I was born eatin? gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin? bread and turnip greens
Washin? ?em down with a big
I?m a son of the south
I?ve picked tomatoes off of the vine
Watermelon in the summertime
Ate ?em in the shade of a Georgia pine
I?m a son of the south
I?m a son of a son of a son of the south
For generations of ?bless your heart?
And ?honey chile, hush your mouth?
My great grandaddy knew Robert E. Lee
I knew Elvis and he knew me
I learned about Jesus at my mama?s knee
Like every good son of the south
I had one grandaddy was a preacher man
He loved the lord and he hated sin
He used to let me go to church with him
He was a son of the south
My other grandpappy ran a moonshine still
Up in the woods high on a hill
He took me there once and that was a thrill
He was a son of the south
Now I?ve got a little boy six years old
He knows and he didn?t have to be told
He was born with a whole lot of soul
He?s a son of the south
He?s already picked cotton and a little guitar
Drank his milk from a mason jar
He knows good and well where his roots are
He?s a son of the south
Spoken:
Save your confederate money, boys
I?m a son of the south.
Writer Bill Anderson
I was born eatin? gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin? bread and turnip greens
Washin? ?em down with a big
I?m a son of the south
I?ve picked tomatoes off of the vine
Watermelon in the summertime
Ate ?em in the shade of a Georgia pine
I?m a son of the south
I?m a son of a son of a son of the south
For generations of ?bless your heart?
And ?honey chile, hush your mouth?
My great grandaddy knew Robert E. Lee
I knew Elvis and he knew me
I learned about Jesus at my mama?s knee
Like every good son of the south
I had one grandaddy was a preacher man
He loved the lord and he hated sin
He used to let me go to church with him
He was a son of the south
My other grandpappy ran a moonshine still
Up in the woods high on a hill
He took me there once and that was a thrill
He was a son of the south
Now I?ve got a little boy six years old
He knows and he didn?t have to be told
He was born with a whole lot of soul
He?s a son of the south
He?s already picked cotton and a little guitar
Drank his milk from a mason jar
He knows good and well where his roots are
He?s a son of the south
Spoken:
Save your confederate money, boys
I?m a son of the south.