Bill Anderson "Son of the South" |
(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 child, 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.... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |