Southland
When the skies of Dixie cry
And the Mississippi has run dry
When those Texas deep blue eyes
And yellow roses fade
I think I'll just slip of and die
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
I used to spend my summers
Oh, with the devil
And Mama spent her time
With a bible in her hand
She used to preach to me
About family tradition
How southern blood runs
Through the heart of the land
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
Where the deep blue nights
Seem to ease my mind
And the southern winds
Oh, they bring me back
To the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
And the Mississippi has run dry
When those Texas deep blue eyes
And yellow roses fade
I think I'll just slip of and die
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
I used to spend my summers
Oh, with the devil
And Mama spent her time
With a bible in her hand
She used to preach to me
About family tradition
How southern blood runs
Through the heart of the land
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
Where the deep blue nights
Seem to ease my mind
And the southern winds
Oh, they bring me back
To the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
In the heart of the Southland
Where I was born and raised
In the end I know that's where
I'll spend my final days
Where the roots run deep
And the blood is strong
And my pride in the Southland
Goes on and on and on and on
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Wesberry
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