C
F
Mama never had a flower garden
G7
C
Cause cotton grew right up to our front door
F
Daddy never went on a vacation
G7
C
He died a tired old man at forty-four
F
Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck
G7
C
Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack
F
The Jackson’s down the road were poor like we were
G7
C
But our skin was white and their was black
Gm
C
But I believe the south is gonna rise again
F
E7
Am
But not the way we thought it would back then
F
G7
Am
I mean everybody hand in hand
F
C
G7
C
I believe the south is gonna rise again
F
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers
G7
C
Where dirty rundown shack stood once before
F
I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers
G7
C
But they’re not picking cotton anymore
F
But more important I see human kindness
G7
C
As we forget the bad and keep the good
F
A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland
G7
C
And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood
Gm
C
But I believe the south is gonna rise again
F
E7
Am
But not the way we thought it would back then
F
G7
Am
I mean everybody hand in hand
F
C
G7
C
I believe the south is gonna rise again
C
E7
Am
G7
Gm
F
