Yeah, I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red (yeah) Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands (yeah) Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am (yeah) Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Yeah, when the shit goes down I'll be somewhere with a 100,000 gun shot rounds With a railroad car covered up in the ground With a barbed wire fence wrapped all the way around my house Four-wheelers, dirt bikes, 80 model high rise Snipers spittin' beech nut from a hilltop rise Yeah, motherfucker, everybody's on my team Bikers, OG's, Klan members and the police And everybody's still figurin' out what's on the news And they do this shit on purpose who ain't even got a clue White lives, black lives, and the blue matter too So point your gun across the sea and let's just stand as a group 'Cause they got people tryna kill us 'cause our fuckin' beliefs And towelheads in the subway with a bomb in their briefs So let's cut the bullshit and stand for all our people And cut some motherfuckin' throats, let them bleed 'til we're equal I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Thunder bar runnin', I'm the man behind the curtain Got a fuck you, I don't even know you attitude for certain I'm just tryna find my purpose while the vultures fly around my head Tellin' me the things I can do to darn prove myself Friends fallin' off of the face of the Earth 'Cause they don't know how to act that I made myself somethin' I'm unity bustin' southern motherfucker for real And I live by the home flag, die by the steel Gunpowder and kerosene, grenades and pride And if you tryna harm my country then you in for a ride And we don't bury you bitches, we just throw you up in the fire That's the smell of sweet freedom, USA 'til I die I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah My homeland, my homeland, my homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) My homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland (Yeah, my homeland) My homeland

Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south This that southern playalistic Willie smokin' whiskey sippin' Southern like my momma's kitchen Gravy biscuit, fried chicken Backroads I'm still trippin' Wood wheel I'm still grippin' Stand strong no ass kissin' Ol' school ass whippin' Come from the bottom nothin' is a problem Say get 'em I got 'em, I promise My roots are blue collar Them boys from the holler Do anything that they can just for a dollar Pitbulls in the yard, broken down cars I'm like, "Fuck it, I'm high" I pull up trailer park pimpin' With a double-wide dime 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south (Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south) I'm from a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop Somewhere between Hank, Three 6 and Kid Rock Johnny Cash, all black, this that old school flavor Sippin' somethin' rippin' more lines than notebook paper Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again Bad boy, we all know good women love troubled men Got that music cranked loud we won't turn shit down Peaceful people but believe it we gon' burn shit down 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south You know some folks won't change We stand for the flag and kneel to pray It's the land of the free because of the brave From the cradle to the grave We're made in the USA Yeah, I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

By: david allan coe I can't see nothing' but spotlights Spotlights see nothing' but me All of my music is lonely Yea, all of my heartaches were free Don't waste your time or your flash bulbs Too many heroes are dead You like to live in the city Yea, i like to live in my head Somebody shoot out that spotlight Spotlights ain't nothing' but jive Roll me a smoke, and give me some coke Treat me like i am alive Tell all the ladies i'm single Tell lone star beer that i'm dry Everyone's lying' bout living' I'm tired of living' a lie I spend my nighttimes in mourning' I spend my morning's alone You spent your your money to see me tonight Yea, i spent all mine getting' stoned Now that they're both kinda busted Doesn't it seem kinda strange That i lay down knowing we're two of a kind And you'll leave here knowing my name

The railroad don't go there Airplane don't go there Gray hound don't go there Anywhere near there That mean I gotta walk Gotta stick out my thumb But the folks round these here parts child They don't pick up no walkin' bum My baby sent me there I didn't wanna go there Said that I'd find some work there Or somewhere near there I didn't get no job No I didn't get none I'm out on this highway I ain't nothin' but a walkin' bum Walkin' in the rain Walkin' in the sun And I ain't got no choice I'm a walkin' bum I gotta get home Anyway that I can now These rocks and stones are hurtin' my feet This walkin' bum is still a man The railroad don't go there Airplane don't go there Gray hound don't go there Anywhere near there That mean I gotta walk Ain't no sense in stickin out my thumb Cause these folks in alabama They just don't pick up no walkin' bums And that's what I am now I'm a walkin' bum I'm gonna get home someway Think I'll just pull my shoes off Sit down right here beside the road

They judge a boy by his friends And all'a mine are trash They say you find your own level Well, I'm a snake in the grass But I can't help the things I do I've always been attracted to Cheap thrills, don't you know I like Cheap thrills, it's night after night Cheap thrills Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will I got a low reputationand and a bad attitude 'Cause all I want to do is something that I ain't supposed to do But I can't change the things I love I guess I'm just a victim of Cheap thrills, don't you know I like Cheap thrills, it's night after night Cheap thrills Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will Cheap thrills, don't you know I like Cheap thrills, it's night after night Cheap thrills Well, if you ain't supposed to do it I will Cheap thrills, whoa, you know I like Cheap thrills, whoa, night after night Cheap thrills, yes, yes, yes If you ain't supposed to do it I will

Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina Met her on an ocean liner, I called her Cocaine Carolina She was quite a lady then, I was 22 God knows how much I adored her I just never could afford her Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you? Goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through I'm going back to Sandy Scag, she knows just what to do She don't love me for my money, she just wants my body, honey Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you? Someone said if I was lucky I could go back to Kentucky Lexington was famous for its bluegrass and its hills Carolina, we should get up Girl, we're gonna have to split up Maybe I should go to California Goodbye Cocaine Carolina, me and you are through I'm going back to Sandy Scag, she sure knows just what to do She don't love me for my money, she just wants my body, honey Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you? Goodbye Cocaine Carolina, me and you are through I'm going back to Sandy Scag, she knows just what to do She don't love me for my money, she just wants my body, honey Cocaine Carolina, how did I get hooked on you?