(John Jarvis )
Itll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
Til one day youre craving hominy grits
And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits
Drinkin Jack Black tryin to kick back
'til the condos looking like a shotgun shack
youll be one of us no matter where youre at
When it all goes south
When it all goes south
Youll be drivin around on a John Deere tractor
When it all goes south
Wearing baseball caps but they wont be backwards
When it all goes south
It really dont matter what state youre in
Someday the souths gonna rise again
Theres a Wall Street wonderboy
Sittin up north
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report
Got two homes, car loans, in debt
And his third divorce aint even final yet
Traded his MBA for a SUV
on a backwoods road in Tennessee
Cause Manhattan aint the place to be
When it all goes south
When it all goes south
With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias
When it all goes south
Eatin moon pies , drinking RC colas
When it all goes south
It really dont matter what state youre in
One day the souths gonna rise again
Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City
Yall sure look pretty in the sunshine
Getting dixiefried
Get yourself some rebel pride
When it all goes south
Where the fogs as thick as Mississippi mud
When it all goes south
Youll be singing the blues cause its in your blood
It really dont matter what state youre in
Someday the souths gonna rise again
When it all goes south
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