By david allan coe
Grandpa, i've been thinking about you lately
Wondering if you'd found peace of mind
I guess you'd be proud to know your grandsons
Never crossed that mason-dixon line
And i still sing the old songs that you taught me
And i still pray to jesus now and then
And just like you i wish that he would save me
To see the day the south will rise again
Daddy wore his purple heart so proudly
Long before i turned into a man
Buried with our flag across his casket
I was still too young to understand
Mama spent her last years in the garden
While i took my turn behind the gun
Lord, i'd give my life to find the freedom
Lost within the old songs that you sung
And i still sing the old songs that you taught me
And i still pray to jesus now and then
And just like you i wish that he would save me
To see the day the south will rise again
