Sure we had a reputation
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For being weak and rude
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And I guess there ain't no saying
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What's the truth
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We used to rather mind our business
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And take care of it too
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Still we like to keep to ourselves now
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How 'bout you?
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Sing a song for a mad ol' country
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No place like home
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Just a song for this mad ol' towa
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The north will rise again!
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It's rising!
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So we liked to drink our whiskey
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For a forth sight in a row
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And go raisin' hell down south
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What a real bloody horrorshow
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And yes, we take a lot of pride, man
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In what we are and what we do
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At least we have integrity, son
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How 'bout you?
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It's rising:
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Can you hear it honey?
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Now for all ye unbelievers
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Just let the truth be knows
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You can take a an out of here, girl
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But never above
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It's rising!
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Mad Ol' Country
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| The Black League |
