On! ye patriots to the battle,
Hear Fort Moultrie’s cannon rattle!
Then away, then away, then away to the fight!
Go meet those Southern traitors,
I’m The South
I’m the Little Rock of Arkansas
The Smokey Mountains and a cross-cut saw
Louisiana cooking and a watermelon vine
I’m a tall Georgia Pine
And Georgia’s on my mind
I’m the Tennessee Waltz and all night sings
The Florida sun and Silver Springs
I’m Huck and Tom and the old folks at home
I’m Clingman’s Dome
Why, I’m the stars that fell on Alabam
I’m coffee in the morning
And an old smoked ham
I’m a Carolina moon, a dusty delta dawn
Magnolias in Bloom
I’m a thoroughbred grazing on Kentucky bluegrass
I’m coon hounds, bird dogs and tea of sassafras
I’m the Mississippi River as it rounds the bend
I’m Gone With The Wind
Y’all come back again
I thank the Lord both night and morn
that He saw fit to have me born in Dixie
Look Away... look away...
Look away Dixie Land
I’m hanging moss on a live oak tree
Southern fried chicken and a cypress knee
Why, I’m the birth of the blues in New Orleans
The land of dreams
And I’m a trout a’ jumpin’ in a cool clear stream
I’m an antebellum home on the Natchez Trace
A rusty plow on the old home place
Azaleas a’ blooming in beautifu Mobile
I’m the Virgina Reel
Derby Day in Louisville
That Southern hospitality in Charleston
and in Raleigh
A Georgia peach, a cotton patch, Miami Beach
I’m Dan’el Boon and Robert E. Lee
The Seminole, Choctaw and the Cherokee
Well, I’m everything good
you’ve ever dreamed about
Hush your mouth
I Am The South