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It’ll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line ‘Til one day you’re craving hominy grits And scanning 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 When it all goes south (You’ll be drivin’ around on a John Deere tractor) When it all goes south (Wearing baseball caps but they won’t be backwards) Now 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, drinking RC colas) Now it really don’t matter what state you’re in Someday the south’s gonna rise again Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez And Savannah, Panama City Y’all 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 singing the blues ‘cause it’s in your blood) Now it really don’t matter what state you’re in One day the south’s gonna rise again When it all goes south When it all goes south (Where the fog’s as thick as Mississippi mud) When it all goes south (You’ll be singing the blues ‘cause it’s in your blood)... Get This Ringtone

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