Hi!
Here one for ya.  Alabama's song - When It All Goes South
I'm Christian Hay.  e-mail:  buddybay@hotmail.com

When It All Goes South - Alabama

E5 boogie beat /b  /c#  /d  /c#/b

It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine

Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line

`Til one day you're craving hominy grits

And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits
         G
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back
         A
'til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack
          E
you'll be one of us no matter where you're at

        A                                                         G
When it all goes south  (you'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)
        E
When it all goes south  (wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)
       D
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
A                                  E
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, drinking RC colas)
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
Someday the south's gonna    rise again

Break: spoken "feeling kinda southern right now"

Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City
Y'all 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 singing the blues `cause it's in your 
blood)
Now it really don't matter what state you're in
One day the south's gonna rise again
When it all goes south