MindFilter - Welcome To The New South

I got my roots dug deep down in Baton Rouge
I got my deck so stacked I can never lose
I'm riding so damn high in my full-time four
You'll need a parachute when you're jumping out my door
I got thirsty girls coming down to me
I gonna buzz um in the gate cuz they're thirsty for the d
I got a whole damn pig and killer grill
I got more propane than ol' Hank Hill
Welcome to the new south
Same flag, whisky water devils daughter
Coming down on me
Son of the river
Mississippi mud running in my veins
Saints protecting me
Yeah Yeah
Saints protecting me
I got them hot hot grits and cold sweet tea
I got cousins growing weed in the blue grass of Kentucky
Well the feds caught wind, but they got troubles of their own
Every single hung jury, sent my kin folk home
We got them old redcoats spilling oil in our sea
Out there spending all that money making commercials on TV
Well our gulf nets filled with shrimp that's black as coal
Think it's just about time you fuckers pick up and go
Welcome to the new south
Same flag, whisky water
Preachers daughter been all over me
Son of the river
Mississippi mud rollin' in my veins
Saints protecting me
Welcome to the new south
Same flag, whisky water
Preachers daughter been all over me
Son of the river
Mississippi mud running in my veins
Saints protecting me
Yeah yeah
So come on down to the gates of the Capital city
Where the river runs deep and the girls are oh so pretty
Mama's in the kitchen
Granny's at the still
Daddy's doing 20 for a man he did not kill
Welcome to the new south
Same flag whisky water devil's daughter
Been all over me
Son of the river
Mississippi mud rollin' in my veins
Saints protecting me
Welcome to the new south

Written by:
BA Lombardo, CC Lombardo

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