Ever South Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

we packed our few belongings and we moved across the ocean 

to start a new life in this land so bold and vast 

dispersed from Ellis island, my distant Irish kin 

eyes cut to the future, hearts tied to the past 

we held tight to our loved ones and we held on to the promise 

and scraped our meager living hand to mouth 

we prayed to what would have us, every doubting John Thomas spread through Appalachia ever south 

spread through Appalachia ever south 

and I hear we weren't welcomed here at least not in those days 

noone needs our drunken fighting theiven kind 

but we settled in this new place and we worked it in our ways 

and we spread our kin upon it in due time 

spread our kin upon it in due time 

and we fought our losing battles and we held on to our ways 

and we talk about how we left behind our better days 

some were livin lives of leisure some surviving through hand to mouth 

bashed our heads against the future ever south 

bashed our heads against the future ever south 

when i set my sights upon you we were both still in our prime 

we were moving in big circles that I sought out to combine 

and I held you in my arms and swore eternal love this time 

tried to lasso brighter futures, let it drag us both behind 

lasso brighter futures n let it drag us both behind 

so we aimed our sights westward like so many did before 

expanding our horizons to some distant shore 

well everyone takes notice of the drawl that leaves our mouth 

so no matter where we are we're ever south 

no matter where we are we're ever south 

and my christian southern bretheren will all tell you all what for 

to keep your heathen ways up in you and your shoes outside the door 

take your stand for noble causes till you just can't stand no more 

and surrender to some savior praise the lord 

surrender to some savior praise the lord 

but despite our best intentions it pains me to report 

we keep swinging for the fences coming up a little short 

we sure can get it wrong for someone so devout 

I hear you whistling past the graveyard lookin down 

whistling past the graveyard lookin down 

ever southern in my carriage, ever southern in my stance 

from the Irish of my complexion, in the Scottish in my dance 

in the way I bang my head against my daily circumstance 

let this blue-eyed southern devil take you out upon the prowl 

with decadance and the charm, we'll take it into town 

tell you stories of our fathers and the glories of our house 

always told a little slower ever south 

always told a little slower ever south