written by: Sherman Pope
Music performed by: Midnight Special Band
Verse 1
I remember when I was a little boy,
just livin off the land.
Sittin on the front porch with my dad
in his rockin chair and his tired and achin hands.
He said, "Son, someday you will be
in the places I've already been.
Then you'll see just how hard it is in this day and
time, to try to be a man."
Chorus
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
Verse 2
Well, I finally got old enough,
and now I've got my own family.
And I'll tell you, son, sometimes I just dont know
how I'm going to make all the ends meet.
You sell your life to a man for a dollar,
sometimes less, a day.
At the end of the week a man comes by in a suit and
tie
and takes it all away.
Chorus
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
Lord, it's just another day in the south,
puttin your life upon a shelf.
Wake up each mornin and say, "What the hell."
Lord, it's just another day in the south.
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