Son of Dixie

Born in Carolina, to a farming family
Didn’t have much money, but we were white and free
Independent laws declared, and the north began a war
Wanted southern money and to crush us with their laws

Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son
Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done

Yankees came down to the south, to take what they could take
Found it harder than they thought, as the South began to wake
My father died, Fredericks buried my brother and Aunty Tam
It all finally took their toll and the South was over ran

Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son
Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done

Gone but not forgotten and the spirit still lives on
Confederacy may long be dead but the flag it sure aint gone
When you ride down a Southern road and you look up to the sky
Don’t be surprised to see up high grey riders passing by

They were born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son
Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done