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 *** rich man all poor people look the same Don't get me wrong, it just ain't right

I ain't too 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

Stay out the way of the southern thing

Stay out the way of the southern thing

Stay out the way of the southern thing