ALABAMA - When It All Goes South lyrics
rate me-It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
‘Til one day you're cravin' hominy grits
You're scannin' the jukebox for George Jones hits
Drinkin' Jack Black
Tryin' to kick back
'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack
You'll be one of us no matter where you're at
When it all goes south
(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)
When it all goes south
(Wearin' baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
It really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's gonna rise again
There's a Wall Street wonderboy
Sittin' up north
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report
He's got two homes, car loans, in debt
And his third divorce ain't even final yet
Traded his MBA for a SUV
On a backwoods road down in Tennessee
Cause man Manhattan ain't the place to be
When it all goes south
(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)
When it all goes south
(Eatin' moon pies , drinkin' RC colas)
No it really don't matter what state you're in
Someday the south's gonna rise again
I'm feelin' kinda southern right now
Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City
Y'all it sure look pretty in the sunshine
Getting' dixiefried
Get yourself some rebel pride
When it all goes south
(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
When it all goes south
(You'll be singin' the blues ‘cause it's in your blood)
It really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's gonna gonna rise again
When it all goes south
(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)
When it all goes south
(You'll be singin' the blues ‘cause it's in your blood)
Uh huh
(Hoo hoo)
Uh huh
(Uh huh)
Yeah
(hoo hoo hoo hoo)
(When it all goes south)
