The new south

[Intro:] Sound of a bowl bein' burned... Cough, cough... Sound of bowl still bein' burnt... Yo, I want ya to twist somethin' up, I want ya to pour out somethin' to sip on, 'N' we gonna reflect on...

[Intro:] If you don't give a little somethin' back To your family, you ain't shit in my book. Come On Boy... I was her baby, she guided me through life, She whipped my ass for doin' wrong, Rewarded me...

Very few thoughts 'ill bring a tear to my eye, But the thoughta dyin' without tellin' my baby good-bye, Explainin' why, Daddy had to go, Believin' that's the only way she'd ever really know, I wish I...

Moved on down to Sweet Home Alabama in 1974 Had to get out of music city and I had to get off the road Woman she left me The people wouldn't let me sing nothin but them old sad songs, Had to get high...

Last fall we elected the man from plains And there was lots of talk about a great big chance But the Atlanta Braves still loose to many games And the new south thank God is still the same Old...