-It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine

Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line

‘Til one day you're cravin' hominy grits

You're scannin' the jukebox for George Jones hits

Drinkin' Jack Black

Tryin' to kick back

'Til 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

(Wearin' baseball caps but they won't be backwards)

It really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again



There's a Wall Street wonderboy

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 MBA for a SUV

On a backwoods road down in Tennessee

Cause man 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 , drinkin' RC colas)

No it really don't matter what state you're in

Someday the south's gonna rise again



I'm feelin' kinda southern right now



Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City

Y'all it sure look pretty in the sunshine

Getting' dixiefried

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 singin' 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 singin' the blues ‘cause it's in your blood)

Uh huh

(Hoo hoo)

Uh huh

(Uh huh)

Yeah

(hoo hoo hoo hoo)

(When it all goes south)