just like the way that you ran to wine 

when they made the new milk turn 

Jesus, a friend in the better times 

let your mother's bible burn 

freedom, a fever you suffered through 

and the dog drank from your cup 

frozen, the river that baptized you 

and the horse died standing up 



but when a southern anthem rings 

she will buckle to that sound 

when that southern anthem sings 

it will lay her burdens down 



just like the way you lost your guns 

when they cut the clothesline loose 

Jesus, a friend of the weaker ones 

said, 'i'm all they stole from you' 

freedom, a thistle that withered dry 

still a baby in your hands 

frozen, the ground refused to die 

and the guitar rose again 



but when that southern anthem rings 

she will buckle to the sound 

when that southern anthem sings 

it will lay her burdens down