Southern Son (In Search of Doc Holliday)

A hero born on the road

So many miles yet to go

The war is done

But never really won

The wayward gun rides alone

You are our only son

Always on the run

You are the southern son

And your life has just begun

A love born so far from home

How could she ever know

The war is done

But never really won

A rose like this needs blood to grow

You are our only son

Always on the run

You are the southern son

And your fight has just begun

Out here, the sun sets on every man

But the weak perish beneath the shadow of perseverance

As the church bell rings

You dry your bloodshot eyes

This crimson earth could mold a man for the better

Or tear him apart

For want of adventure

You are our only son

Always on the run

You are the southern son

And your life has just begun

Here lies our only son

Always on the run

You are the southern son

And your fight has just begun

And your night has just begun

And your night has just begun

And your night has just begun

And your night has just begun

You can take our sons out of the south

But never the south from our sons