The South

The South

BandCountryRock

The South is country-rock. True to its roots, The South brings a progressive flavor to familiar styles.

Biography

Chris Conner, lead vocalist and song writer, formed the band in Lexington, South Carolina in the summer of 2004. Drawing from his experiences with the group Sourwood Honey, Conner was able to bring together five talents who all shared a certain philosophy and dedication toward their craft. The sound they have created is progressive but true to its roots.

The five member band includes drummer Jimmy Branham, bassist Trey Brown, lead-guitarist Charles Funk and vocalist Nicole Hagenmeyer.

Branham, formerly of Treadmill Trackstar, and Brown, with several studio and television preformance credits, provide a solid foundation to The South's pleasing sound. Charles Funk, once with S-Tribe, adds a brash, but smart style of guitar that contrasts well with the deep rich folk-harmonies created by Conner and Hagenmeyer.

Lyrics

River Song

Written By: Chris Conner

Meet me by the riverside after class today
We’ll get high and figure out how things turned out this way
Tune up these old martin strings and write a song of praise
Listen to the river sing these are the good old days

These are the good old days my friend
Good lord we’ve got it made
Listen to the river sing
These are the good old days
Listen to the river sing

Me, Rob, Rasta Rick and some girls we knew from school
Headed out to the middle of the river when they turned that water loose
It rose up like wild horses and froze us to the bone
But we braved the flood and saved the bud and laughed the whole way home

These are the good old days my friend
Good lord we’ve got it made
Listen to the river sing
These are the good old days
Listen to the river sing

They say the river’s old and winding but it’s free just like me
Let a southern wind remind you of someone you used to know
Someone you used to be
Make that guitar cry and let the river, let the river sing

School was done and the summer sun was shining in my eyes
Packed up my old guitar and told my friends goodbye
Now I hear that Rob’s a doctor and Rasta Rick is over seas
But I know deep down that all my friends still hear that river sing

These are the good old days my friend
Good lord we’ve got it made
Listen to the river sing these are the good old days *3

Being Poor

Written By: Chris Conner

What a bitch it is being poor *2
They turn out your light and change the lock on your front door
What a bitch it is being poor

All the bills that I’ve yet to write *2
The woman that I love, all we do is fuss and fight
About the bills that I’ve yet to write

What a shame it is to be alone *2
I’ll scream it from a mountain through a giant megaphone
What a shame it is to be alone

What a drag it is getting old *2
I stole that line straight from the rolling stones
What a drag it is getting old

How humiliating it is to die
How awkward it would be to die
They say get yourself right with the man up in the sky
If you don’t you will burn in fire

What a bitch it is being poor *2
They turn out your light and change the lock on your front door
What a bitch it is being poor

Let it Sing

Written By: Chris Conner

My name is CC Conner, I’m a Southern gentleman,
I sang in every honky-tonk from here to Birmingham,
Here to old Cheyenne and all across this land
And when I die you’ll have to pry this guitar from my hand.

My name is Nicky Lee, I ain’t no Southern belle,
They pulled me out of juvie just to throw my ass in jail,
They threw my ass in jail – I was only seventeen,
When I got out I joined The South
Now all I do is sing.

This little bird inside – I’m going to let it sing.

Trey Brown on the Roscoe base, JB on the drums,
A screaming telecaster in the hands of Charlie Funk
All those hip kids from the underground know what it’s all about.
They’re listening to the voices of the children of The South.

When LA falls into the sea and all those pop stars drown
And Rock-N-Roll packs up her things and moves back to the South,
Let some big shot record company man try to tell us what sounds good,
When he’s swimming with the fishes in the sea of Hollywood.

This little bird inside – I’m going to let it sing.

If Jesus was a carpenter and a fisher man,
I know when he returns that we will be the best of friends,
He’ll tell all those false prophets not to judge their fellow man
And keep their crooked politics out of His Father’s land.

Monsters in the Kudzu, gray man walks the storm,
Blue cats on the Bayou that could eat a grown man whole,
The lizard man’s still on the loose, the ghost dog’s on my trail,
And the devils up in Washington, gonna drag us all to hell.

This little bird inside – I’m going to let it sing.

Discography

Monsters - Prereleases Live
Monsters in the Kudzu

Set List

The South can play a sustained 3 hour set with an equal mix of original material and covers.

Covers:
Oh My Sweet Carolina - Ryan Adams
Inn Town - Whiskey Town
6th Avenue Heartache - The Wallflowers
Effigy - Credence Clearwater Revival
The Man That Loves You - Wilco
Fisherman's Blues - The Waterboys
You Can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones
Southbound - Allman Brothers
Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin
Twice As Hard - Black Crowes
Without You - Blue Mother Tupelo
Casey's Last Ride - Kris Kristofferson
Bartering Lines - Ryan Adams

Originals:
Let it Sing
River Song
I'm with the Band
The King of L.A.
Lucky in Love
Being Poor
Highway 17
Thinking About You
Suicide Letter
Gone
Can't Get Enough
Bad News for Sunshine