Mike Wilcox

Mike Wilcox

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Song of the South

Written By: Michael Curtis Wilcox

As I grew up I was taught to be
A simple kind of man
Go to church on Sundays
And take the Rebel stand

But lately those old values
While some are true
Seem to force on many
The morals of a few

And old-time religion
It ain't in the book we read
It's in the waters of our Souls
And in the rocks and in the trees

Intolerance and judgment
I just can't understand
It's gettin' hard to still be me
And to be a southern man

And as I look around me
With a different point view
Feels like I'm living in a red state
And I'm the only one that's blue

Because old-time religion
It ain't in the book you read
It's in the waters of our Souls
And in the rocks and in the trees

I know you ain’t gonna like me
And I’m here to pay the cost
'Cause God’s not American
And Jesus didn't die on the Southern Cross

It's probably always been this way
Guess there’s nothing I can do
So in this dark old red state
I hope I'm not the only one that's blue

You know they ain’t gonna like us
But let’s stand and face the cost
'Cause God’s not American
And Jesus didn't die on the Southern Cross

© 2005 Michael Curtis Wilcox