Raised a child of farmin' folks
Down in the southern land,
I worked all day in the summer sun
'Til my back was leather tan.
I've been called hillbilly
I been called a redneck too,
But I ain't backwards, dumb, or poor,
I'm just red, white and blue.
Son of the new south,
Step child of uncle sam,
Baptized in 100 proof
And saved by the blood of the lamb,
This is the new south
Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
We're the backbone of this country
And proud of who we are.
From Richmond to Montgomery,
San Antoine to Caroline,
There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in
Like wind through geogia pines.
I hold on to some old ways,
I ain't scared to try the new,
But when it comes to what I change
I'll be the one to choose.
Son of the new south,
Step child of uncle sam,
Baptized in 100 proof,
And saved by the blood of the lamb,
This is the new south,
Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
We're the backbone of this country
And we're proud of who we are.
Yeah.
--- Instrumental ---
Well, the times are a changin'
And the South has come of age
We put the past behind us
It's time to turn the page.
Son of the new south,
Step child of uncle sam,
Baptized in 100 proof,
And saved by the blood of the lamb,
This is the new south,
Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
We're the backbone of this country
We're proud of who we are.
Son of the new south,
Step child of uncle sam,
Baptized in 100 proof,
And saved by the blood of the lamb,
This is the new south,
Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
We're the backbone of this country
We're proud of who we are.
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