"You Ain't From The South" lyrics

You say you wanna change Dixie
But these backwoods run for miles
Boys 'round here don't drink champagne
'Cause that just ain't our style
White lightning, moonshine liquor
My daddy made in a still
When I pick up a gun
It's one shot and it's one kill
I bet you'll probably run and hide when the shit goes down
I can tell, son, you ain't from the south

'Cause you don't say "sir" and you don't say "ma'am"
If you ain't into that, well, we don't give a damn
Boots are real pretty and you run your mouth
I hear you've been running yours all over town
I bet you'll probably run and hide when the shit goes down
I can tell, son, you ain't from the south

You can find me out fishing
While you're out wasting time
Y'all do things a little different
Above that Dixon Line
I don't judge you, city folk
The way you choose to live
So, don't you judge the way we talk of this gun here on my hip
And if outlaw country music ain't your sound
That's how I can tell that you ain't from the south

'Cause you can't skin a buck or run a trotline
You'll never know how a country boy can survive
Boots are real pretty and you run your mouth
I hear you've been running yours all over town
Still guitar and a fiddle ain't your sound
That's how I can tell that you ain't from the south

Bet you'll probably run and hide when the shit goes down
I can tell, son, you ain't from the south

'Cause you don't say "sir" and you don't say "ma'am"
If you ain't into that, well, we don't give a damn
Boots are real pretty and you run your mouth
I hear you've been running yours all over town
Bet you'll probably run and hide when the shit goes down
I can tell, son, you ain't from the south

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