ALABAMA When It All Goes South lyrics

It'll creep up on you like a Kudzu wine
Even miles above the Mason Dixon line
Till one day you're craving hominy grits
And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back
'Till 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 drivin' around on a John Deere tractor
When it all goes south
Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's 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 in debt
And his third divorce ain't even final yet
Traded his M B A for an S U V
On a backwoods road in Tennessee
'Cause 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 R C colas
Now it really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again

Feelin' caps southern under

Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah
Panama City, y'all sure look pretty
In the sunshine, gettin' dixie fried
Get yourself some rebel pride

When it all goes south
Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud
When it all goes south
You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood
It really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's gonna, gonna rise again

When it all goes south
Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud
When it all goes south
You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood


Let it all go south
When it all goes south