Grandpa I've been thinking bout you lately

Wondering if you'd found your peace of mind

I bet you'd be proud to know your grandsons never crossed that Mason Dixon line

And I still sing the old songs that you taught me

And I still pray to Jesus now and then

And just like you I wish that he would save me

To see the day the south will rise again



Daddy wore his Purple Heart so proudly long before he turned into a man

Buried with our flag across his casket I was still too young to understand

And I still sing the old songs...



Mama spent her last years in the garden while brother took his turn behind a gun

Lord I'd give my life to find the freedom lost within the old songs that you sung

And I still sing the old songs...