| I was born in the shade of a longleaf pine
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| The proud southern son of Caroline
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| Proud of who I am and where I’m from
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| But I ain’t so proud of how far we’ve come
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| On the backs of the poor these towns were built
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| Where every ounce of pride comes with a pound of guilt
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| There’s a shadow here, looms long and black
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| It’s always one step forward and two steps back
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| The only dream that ain’t worth having
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| Is the one you won’t chase down
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| They say sing your songs, boy, and shut your mouth
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| But I believe in a better South
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| Yes I believe in a better South
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| Down here we’re still fighting for all the wrong reasons
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| Old men still defend these monuments to treason
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| To the right side of history, we’re always late
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| Still arguing the difference between heritage and hate
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| The only dream that ain’t worth having
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| Is the one you won’t chase down
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| They say sing your songs, boy, and shut your mouth
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| But I believe in a better South
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| Yes I believe in a better South
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| I’m sick and tired of listening to Daddy’s generation
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| The byproduct of war and segregation
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| Still thinking they can tell us of what to do
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| Who can live where and who can love who
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| The only dream that ain’t worth having
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| Is the one you won’t chase down
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| They say sing your songs, boy, and shut your mouth
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| But I believe in a better South
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| They say sing your songs, boy, and shut your mouth
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| Yes I believe in a better South
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| Yes I believe in a better South |