God Save the South Lyrics

It was a red hot night in Mobile
Sweat glistened on the Reverend′s chin
His mohair suit was shining
He told us all about sin

It could be wall to wall in Wall Street
We could be living hand to mouth
Jesus loved a Yankee
But God save the South

Across the street in the pool hall
Bubba put the eight ball down
It's a high five celebration
They passed the Jack around

It′s wall to wall in Wall Street
We're living hand to mouth
And Jesus loved a Yankee
But God save the South

God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
Yes, God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
Shut your mouth

So, long-haired boys with guitars
Playing behind the chicken wire
They're coming up to New York City
Gonna sing about Atlanta′s fire

It could be wall to wall in Wall Street
We could be living hand to mouth
Jesus loved a Yankee
But God save the South

And God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
Yes, God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
Yes, God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
And God save the South
So, Yankee boy, you shut your mouth
And God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth
Yes, God save the South
So, Yankee boy, shut your mouth
And God save the South
So, Yankee boy, shut your mouth

God save the South
Yankee boy, shut your mouth