It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine

Even miles above the Mason Dixon line

'Til one day you're craving hominy grits

And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits

Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back

'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack

You'll be one of us no matter where you're at

When it all goes south

You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor

When it all goes south

Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards

Now it really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again

There's a wall street wonder boy

Sittin' up north

Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report

It''s got two homes car loans in debt

And his third divorce ain't even final yet

Traded his MBA for a SUV

On a backwoods road in Tennessee

Cause Manhattan ain't the place to be

When it all goes south

With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias

When it all goes south

Eatin' moon pies drinking RC colas

Now it really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again

Vicksburg Birmingham Natchez and Savannah Panama City

Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine

Getting dixiefried

Get yourself some rebel pride

When it all goes south

Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud

When it all goes south

You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood

It really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna gonna rise again

When it all goes south

Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud

When it all goes south

You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood

When it all goes south