Long Live The South

I wish I was in the land of the cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Long live the south
Long live the south

Sweet potato pie
Shut your mouth
We talk real slow
But we sing real loud

Long live the south

I was brought up on the bible
Raised by the gun
No matter where I go
I won't forget where I'm from

I wish I was in the land of the cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Long live the south
Long live the south

If you wasn't born here
You wouldn't understand
It's a way of life
Not just a piece of land

Long live the south

I wish I was in the land of the cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Long live the south
Long live the south

Built by the sweat of the working man's brow
Roots down deep in the rich red ground
The simple life is the only life I know
When you bury me you better bring me home

I wish I was in the land of the cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
(Dixieland I'll make my stand to the south)
Long live the south
(Away away a-way down south in dixie)
Long live the south
(Away away a-way down south in dixie)