(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