The Southern Thing By The Drive-by Truckers Written By Patterson Hood rmofle at satx.rr.com 1/16/2005 C Ain't about my pistol, ain't about my boots F Ain't about no northern drives, ain't about my southern roots C Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps F "It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" C Ain't about excuses or alibis F Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies C Ain't about the races, the crying shame F D G D To the f**king rich man all poor people look the same Chorus 1: D D G D Don't get me wrong D D G D It just ain't right D D G D I ain’t too look strong D D G D but I ain't afraid to fight D D G D If you want to live D D G D another day D Stay out the way of the southern thing Ain't about no hatred better raise a glass It's a little about some rebels but it ain't about the past Ain't about no foolish pride, ain't about no flag Hate's the only thing that my truck would want to drag Chorus 2: You think I'm dumb Maybe not too bright You wonder how I sleep at night Proud of the glory Stare down the shame Duality of the southern thing My great, great granddad had a hole in his side He used to tell the story to the family Christmas night Got shot at Shiloh, thought he'd die alone Ain't no plantations in my family tree Did NOT believe in slavery, thought that all men should be free But, who are these soldiers marching through his land His bride could hear the cannons and she worried about her man Chorus 3: I heard the story As it was passed down About guts and glory And Rebel stands Four generations A whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee Martin Luther King We've come a long way Rising from the flame Stay out the way of the southern thing