Welcome To the New South

I got my roots dug deep down in Baton Rouge I got my deck so stacked I can never lose I'm riding so damn high in my full-time four You'll need a parachute when you're jumping out my door I got thirsty girls coming down to me I gonna buzz um in the gate cuz they're thirsty for the d I got a whole damn pig and killer grill I got more propane than ol' Hank Hill Welcome to the new south Same flag, whisky water devils daughter Coming down on me Son of the river Mississippi mud running in my veins Saints protecting me Yeah Yeah Saints protecting me I got them hot hot grits and cold sweet tea I got cousins growing weed in the blue grass of Kentucky Well the feds caught wind, but they got troubles of their own Every single hung jury, sent my kin folk home We got them old redcoats spilling oil in our sea Out there spending all that money making commercials on TV Well our gulf nets filled with shrimp that's black as coal Think it's just about time you fuckers pick up and go Welcome to the new south Same flag, whisky water Preachers daughter been all over me Son of the river Mississippi mud rollin' in my veins Saints protecting me Welcome to the new south Same flag, whisky water Preachers daughter been all over me Son of the river Mississippi mud running in my veins Saints protecting me Yeah yeah So come on down to the gates of the Capital city Where the river runs deep and the girls are oh so pretty Mama's in the kitchen Granny's at the still Daddy's doing 20 for a man he did not kill Welcome to the new south Same flag whisky water devil's daughter Been all over me Son of the river Mississippi mud rollin' in my veins Saints protecting me Welcome to the new south