(Travis Tritt/Larry Alderman)

Raised A Child Of Farmer Folks Down In The Southern Land
I Worked All Day In The Summer Sun 'til My Back Was Leather Tan
Now I've Been Called Hillbilly, I've Been Called A Redneck Too
But I Ain't Backwards, Dumb Or Poor, I'm Just Red, White And Blue

Son Of The New South, Step-child To Uncle Sam
Baptized In 100 Proof And Saved By The Blood Of The Lamb
This Is The New South, Still Drink Our Tea From A Mason Jar
We're The Backbone Of This Country And We're Proud Of Who We Are

From Richmond To Montgomery
From San Antone To Caroline
There's A Brand New Spirit Sweepin' In
Like Wind Through Georgia Pines

I Hold On To Some Old Ways
I Ain't Scared To Try The New
But What It Comes To What I Change
I'll Be The One To Choose

Son Of The New South, Step-child To Uncle Sam
Baptized In 100 Proof And Saved By The Blood Of The Lamb
This Is The New South, Still Drink Our Tea From A Mason Jar
We're The Backbone Of This Country And We're Proud Of Who We Are

Well The Times Are A Changin'
And The South Has Come Of Age
We've Put The Past Behind Us
It's Time To Turn The Page