Alabama When It All Goes South Lyrics

When It All Goes South Lyrics

(John Jarvis ) 

ItÆll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line
æTil one day youÆre craving hominy grits
And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits
DrinkinÆ Jack Black tryinÆ to kick back 
'til the condoÆs looking like a shotgun shack
youÆll be one of us no matter where youÆre at
When it all goes south 

When it all goes south
YouÆll be drivinÆ around on a John Deere tractor
When it all goes south
Wearing baseball caps but they wonÆt be backwards
When it all goes south
It really donÆt matter what state youÆre in
Someday the southÆs gonna rise again 

ThereÆs a Wall Street wonderboy
SittinÆ up north
Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report
Got two homes, car loans, in debt
And his third divorce ainÆt even final yet
Traded his MBA for a SUV 
on a backwoods road in Tennessee
Cause Manhattan ainÆt the place to be 
When it all goes south 

When it all goes south
With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias
When it all goes south
EatinÆ moon pies , drinking RC colas
When it all goes south
It really donÆt matter what state youÆre in
One day the southÆs gonna rise again 

Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City 
YÆall sure look pretty in the sunshine
GettingÆ dixiefried
Get yourself some rebel pride 

When it all goes south
Where the fogÆs as thick as Mississippi mud
When it all goes south 
YouÆll be singing the blues æcause itÆs in your blood
It really donÆt matter what state youÆre in
Someday the southÆs gonna rise again
When it all goes south