Paroles officielles de la chanson «When It All Goes South» : Alabama

Paroles officielles de la chanson "When It All Goes South"

It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the mason-dixon line
Til one day you're craving hominy grits
You're scannin' the jukebox for george jones hits
Drinking jack black, trying to kick back
Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack
You'll be one of us no matter where you're at
When it all goes south
You'll be driving around on a john deere tractor
When it all goes south
Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards
It really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south is gonna rise again
There's a wall street wonder boy sittin' up north
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report
He's got two homes, car loans and debt
And his third divorce ain't even final yet
Trade his m.b.a for an s.u.v
On a backwoods road down in tennessee
Cause man, manhattan ain't the place to be
When it all goes south
With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias
When it all goes south
Eatin' moon pies, drinking rc cola
It really don't mater what state you're in
One day the south is gonna rise again
B@vicksburg, birmingham, natchez