Son Of The New South

Rai[D]sed a child of farmer folks do[C]wn in the Southern land
I wo[G]rked all day in the summer sun 'til my b[C]ack was lea[G]ther t[D]an
Now I've been called hillbilly, I've bee[C]n called a redneck too
B[G]ut I ain't backwards, dumb or poor, I'm ju[C]st red, wh[G]ite and bl[D]ue

Son of t[G]he New South, step-ch[D]ild to Uncle Sam
Bap[C]tized in 1[G]00 proof and sa[C]ved by the bl[G]ood of the l[D]amb
This is the N[G]ew South, still dr[D]ink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the back[C]bone of this cou[G]ntry and we're pr[C]oud of w[G]ho we a[D]re

[C]  [G]  [D]

From Richmond to Montgomery From San Antone to Caroline

There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in Like wind through Georgia pines

I hold on to some old ways I ain't scared to try the new

But what it comes to what I change I'll be the one to choose

[Repeat Chorus]

[G](ba[D]sic[C]all[G]y t[C]he [G]fir[D]st two lines of the chorus)

W[G]ell the times are a changin'
A[D]nd the South has come of age
W[G]e've put the past behind us
I[A]t's time to turn the page

Repeat Chorus x2

[C]  [G]  [D]  x2