Mama never had a flower garden cause cotton grew right up to our front door
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Daddy never went on a vacation he died a tired old man at forty-four
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Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck
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Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack
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The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were
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But our skin was white and their was black
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But I believe the south is gonna rise again
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But not the way we thought it would back then
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I mean everybody hand in hand I believe the south is gonna rise again
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I see wooded parks and big skyscarpers where dirty rundown shack stood once before
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I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers but they're not pickin' cotton anymore
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But more important I see human kindness as we forget the bad and keep the good
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A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland
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And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood
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Yes I believe the south is gonna...
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I believe the south is gonna rise again I believe the south is gonna rise again
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I Believe The South Is Gonna Rise Again
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| Tanya Tucker |
