Lyrics: New South

Last fall we elected the man from plains
And there's been and lot of talk about a great big change
But the Atlanta Braves they still loose too many games
And the New South thank God is still the same

Old Nashville has still got a song and dance
And the Florida girls still wear no under pants
And we all get drunk at the football games
And the New South thank God is still the same

The New South is still the same and I'm so glad of it
I don't want no little ol' danish rolls, I must have ham and grits
And my woman does look good in her T-shirt, standing in the Georgia rain
And the New South thank God is still the same

Well my ol' grandpa, he still farms the land
And down in Miami the voted in the all over town
And I'm hooked on those Carolina dreams
And the New South thank God is still the same

Well, my Boston girl, she read in the New York Times
That it was very sheek now to speak souther lines
Though she sounds kind of funny when she says y'all come again
And the New South thank God is still the same

The New South is still the same and I'm so glad of it
I don't want no little ol' danish rolls, I must have ham and grits
And my woman does look good in her T-shirt, standing in the Georgia rain
And the New South thank God is still the same

And my Boston girl says she likes it loving on the river bank
And the New South thank God is still the same