Raised a child of farmin' folks down in the southern land,
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I worked all day in the summer sun till my back was leather tan.
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I've been called hillbilly
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I been called a redneck too,
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But I ain't backwards, dumb, or poor, just red white and blue.
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Son of the new south,
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Step child of uncle sam,
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Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb,
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This is the new south still drink our tea from a mason jar,
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We're the backbone of this country and proud of who we are.
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From Richmond to Montgomery,
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San Antoine to Caroline,
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There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in like wind through geogia pines.
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I hold on to some old ways,
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I ain't scared to try the new,
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But when it comes to what I change I'll be the one to choose.
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Son of the new south,
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Step child of uncle sam,
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Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb,
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This is the new south,
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Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
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We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are.
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Yeah
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Well the times are a changin
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And the South has come of age
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We put the past behind us
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It's time to turn the page
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Son of the new south,
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Step child of uncle sam,
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Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb,
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This is the new south,
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Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
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We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are.
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Son of the new south,
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Step child of uncle sam,
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Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb,
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This is the new south,
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Still drink our tea from a mason jar,
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We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we areeeeeeeeee.
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Whoooo
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Son Of The New South
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Travis Tritt |