The Southern Thing lyrics
Song information
Artist: Drive-By Truckers
Album: Southern Rock Opera
Lyrics
Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots
Ain't about no northern drives
Ain't about my southern roots
Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps
"It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp"
Ain't about excuses or alibis
Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies
Ain't about the races, the crying shame
To the fucking rich man all poor people look the same
Don't get me wrong it just ain't right
May not look strong, but I ain't afraid to fight
If you want to live another day
Stay out the way of the southern thing
Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass
It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past
Ain't about no foolish pride, ain't about no flag
Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag
You think I'm dumb, maybe not too bright
You wonder how I sleep at night
Proud of the glory, stare down the shame
Duality of the southern thing
My great great granddad had a hole in his side
He used to tell the story to the family christmas night
Got shot at shiloh, thought he'd die alone
From a yankee bullet, less than thirty miles from home
Ain't no plantations in my family tree
Did not believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free
"But, who are these soldiers marching through my land?"
His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man
I heard the story as it was passed down
About guts and glory and rebel stands
Four generations, a whole lot has changed
Robert e. lee
Martin luther king
We've come a long way rising from the flame
Stay out the way of the southern thing
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Southern Rock Opera" album track list
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