| I got my mind on Dixie
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| I’ve got ramblin' in my shoes
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| Merle he’s a drink’in that free bubble-up
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| Aat’in that rainbow stew
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| Now Jones ain’t play’in no possum
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| He’s the number one country man
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| Charlie run the devil outta Georgia, Lord
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| And the south’s gonna rattle again. |
| Yeah
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| Dolly’s wrapped up in the movie scene
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| Tammy’s sell’in books in the stores
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| Waylon’s gonna take us to the White House
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| And Willie’s gonna open up the door
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| And Gilley’s sell’in bowels every where ya go
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| There made outta wood and tin
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| The grounds gonna shake like a big rattle snake
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| And the south’s gonna rattle again
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| Yeah
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| Yeah
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| We got some big old silver eagles, and we’re fly’in all over this land
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| And you can bet our brag on that rebel flag
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| You can damn well count me in
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| The grounds gonna shake like a big rattle snake
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| And the south’s gonna rattle again
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| Yeah we’re gonna shake and rattle again
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| Yeah
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| The south’s gonna rattle again
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| We got some big old silver eagles, and we’re fly’in through Dixie land
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| And you can bet our brag on that rebel flag
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| You can damn well count me in
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| The grounds gonna shake like a big rattle snake and the southern man’s fight’in
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| again |