I Believe The South Is Going To Rise Again

B E Mama never had a flower garden F#7 B Cause cotton grew right up to our front door E Daddy never went on a vacation F#7 B He died a tired old man at forty-four E Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck F#7 B Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack E The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were F#7 B But our skin was white and their was black F#m B But I believe the south is gonna rise again E D#7 G#m But not the way we thought it would back then E F#7 G#m I mean everybody hand in hand E B F#7 B I believe the south is gonna rise again E I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers F#7 B Where dirty rundown shack stood once before E I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers F#7 B But they're not picking cotton anymore E But more important I see human kindness F#7 B As we forget the bad and keep the good E A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland F#7 B And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood F#m B But I believe the south is gonna rise again E D#7 G#m But not the way we thought it would back then E F#7 G#m I mean everybody hand in hand E B F#7 B I believe the south is gonna rise again