Son of the New South - Travis Tritt

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