Southern Just (Nathaniel Woods 3/5/2020)

A moanin' low from down Inside the Bible in his pocket
In the year of our holy ghost on a crimson tide
The moanin' low is comin' from here

Southern just
Rope and rust
Southern us

"Son, mind your chapters
The Good Book knows the price a man pays
Now it's done, mind your manners
Mind your flag, it's just our way"

"But now that it's done
Did he run
Or fire the gun?"

"Son..."

A hail of brass, three men down
Satan takes a governor
Better the devil that we know
Than the mercy of a God that we don't show

Dust to dust
Southern just
Southern us



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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