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C F Mama never had a flower garden G7 C Cause cotton grew right up to our front door F Daddy never went on a vacation G7 C He died a tired old man at forty-four F Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck G7 C Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack F The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were G7 C But our skin was white and their was black Gm C But I believe the south is gonna rise again F E7 Am But not the way we thought it would back then F G7 Am I mean everybody hand in hand F C G7 C I believe the south is gonna rise again F I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers G7 C Where dirty rundown shack stood once before F I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers G7 C But they're not picking cotton anymore F But more important I see human kindness G7 C As we forget the bad and keep the good F A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland G7 C And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood Gm C But I believe the south is gonna rise again F E7 Am But not the way we thought it would back then F G7 Am I mean everybody hand in hand F C G7 C I believe the south is gonna rise again
Written by Bobby Braddock
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