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Del Reeves - Son of the South Lyrics



Del Reeves - Son of the South Lyrics




I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin' bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down with a big
I'm a son of the south
I've picked tomatoes off of the vine
Watermelon in the summertime
Ate 'em in the shade of a Georgia pine
I'm a son of the south
I'm a son of a son of a son of the south

For generations of "bless your heart"
And "honey chile, hush your mouth"
My great granddaddy knew Robert E. Lee
I knew Elvis and he knew me

I learned about Jesus at my mama's knee
Like every good son of the south
I had one grandaddy was a preacher man
He loved the lord and he hated sin
He used to let me go to church with him
He was a son of the south

My other grand pappy ran a moonshine still
Up in the woods high on a hill
He took me there once and that was a thrill
He was a son of the south

Now I've got a little boy six years old
He knows and he didn't have to be told
He was born with a whole lot of soul
He's a son of the south

He's already picked cotton and a little guitar
Drank his milk from a mason jar
He knows good and well where his roots are
He's a son of the south

Save your confederate money, boys
I'm a son of the south.
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I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas
Cracklin' bread and turnip greens
Washin' 'em down with a big
I'm a son of the south
I've picked tomatoes off of the vine
Watermelon in the summertime
Ate 'em in the shade of a Georgia pine
I'm a son of the south
I'm a son of a son of a son of the south

For generations of "bless your heart"
And "honey chile, hush your mouth"
My great granddaddy knew Robert E. Lee
I knew Elvis and he knew me

I learned about Jesus at my mama's knee
Like every good son of the south
I had one grandaddy was a preacher man
He loved the lord and he hated sin
He used to let me go to church with him
He was a son of the south

My other grand pappy ran a moonshine still
Up in the woods high on a hill
He took me there once and that was a thrill
He was a son of the south

Now I've got a little boy six years old
He knows and he didn't have to be told
He was born with a whole lot of soul
He's a son of the south

He's already picked cotton and a little guitar
Drank his milk from a mason jar
He knows good and well where his roots are
He's a son of the south

Save your confederate money, boys
I'm a son of the south.
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Writer: ANDERSON
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