written by Bobby Braddock

C                       F
Mama never had a flower garden
      G7                                C
Cause cotton grew right up to our front door
                        F
Daddy never went on a vacation
   G7                            C
He died a tired old man at forty-four

                                         F
Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck
      G7                              C
Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack
                                           F
The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were
G7                                   C
But our skin was white and their was black

                           Gm          C
But I believe the south is gonna rise again
    F              E7                    Am
But not the way we thought it would back then
F           G7           Am
I mean everybody hand in hand
F   C                  G7          C
I believe the south is gonna rise again

                              F
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers
      G7                             C
Where dirty rundown shack stood once before
                                 F
I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers
G7                             C
But they're not picking cotton anymore

                               F
But more important I see human kindness
      G7                          C
As we forget the bad and keep the good
                                        F
A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland
G7                                   C
And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood

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