Son Of The South Lyrics - Del Reeves

SON OF THE SOUTH 

Writer Bill Anderson 

I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas 

Cracklin' bread and turnip greens 

Washin' 'em down with a big 

I'm a son of the south 

I've picked tomatoes off of the vine 

Watermelon in the summertime 

Ate 'em in the shade of a Georgia pine 

I'm a son of the south 

I'm a son of a son of a son of the south 

For generations of "bless your heart" 

And "honey chile, hush your mouth" 

My great grandaddy knew Robert E. Lee 

I knew Elvis and he knew me 

I learned about Jesus at my mama's knee 

Like every good son of the south 

I had one grandaddy was a preacher man 

He loved the lord and he hated sin 

He used to let me go to church with him 

He was a son of the south 

My other grandpappy ran a moonshine still 

Up in the woods high on a hill 

He took me there once and that was a thrill 

He was a son of the south 

Now I've got a little boy six years old 

He knows and he didn't have to be told 

He was born with a whole lot of soul 

He's a son of the south 

He's already picked cotton and a little guitar 

Drank his milk from a mason jar 

He knows good and well where his roots are 

He's a son of the south 

Spoken: 

Save your confederate money, boys 

I'm a son of the south.