Lyrics sung by Caleb (Steve Cash)
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(SLIDE GUITAR INTRO)
you heard how the South is said to be graceful
white mansions, live oaks and velvet lawns
the ladies and the gentlemen dress most tasteful
'course it jest depends into whose hands you was born
they call me white trash 'cause my hair hangs long
my ragged pants got no b***ons on
my teeth are black and my shoulders sag
but I fly - the Confederate flag
I bin told there's a war that's about to begin
it's going' to get meaner than a Texas high wind
so come on Caleb, you're a man to join in
when you're fighting Yankees - a redneck's a man's best friend
(SLIDE GUITAR SOLO)
well, I drink lots of corn and I know where to find my sugar
but I guess I'll volunteer for the war against the blue
'cause there ain't nothing down here to do that's much better
I'll break some blue belly bones before this thing is through
they call me white trash but I'm a fighting man
I'll sure do the best I can
I may be bad and have a foul mouth
but I'm ready - to defend the South
(spoken)
I'll show 'em what white trash is
come and get it
come on and get it
I said come and get yours
come on
come and get yours now
(SLIDE GUITAR SOLO)
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(SLIDE GUITAR INTRO)
you heard how the South is said to be graceful
white mansions, live oaks and velvet lawns
the ladies and the gentlemen dress most tasteful
'course it jest depends into whose hands you was born
they call me white trash 'cause my hair hangs long
my ragged pants got no b***ons on
my teeth are black and my shoulders sag
but I fly - the Confederate flag
I bin told there's a war that's about to begin
it's going' to get meaner than a Texas high wind
so come on Caleb, you're a man to join in
when you're fighting Yankees - a redneck's a man's best friend
(SLIDE GUITAR SOLO)
well, I drink lots of corn and I know where to find my sugar
but I guess I'll volunteer for the war against the blue
'cause there ain't nothing down here to do that's much better
I'll break some blue belly bones before this thing is through
they call me white trash but I'm a fighting man
I'll sure do the best I can
I may be bad and have a foul mouth
but I'm ready - to defend the South
(spoken)
I'll show 'em what white trash is
come and get it
come on and get it
I said come and get yours
come on
come and get yours now
(SLIDE GUITAR SOLO)