Just like the way that you ran to wine when they made the new mill turn
Jesus, a friend in a better time, let your mother's bible burn
Freedom, a fever you suffered through, and a tall drink from your cup
Frozen, the river that baptised you, and the horse died standing up
But when a Southern anthem rings, she will buckle to the side
When that Southern anthem sings, it will lay her burdens down
Just like the way that you lost your guns when they cut the clothesline loose
Jesus, a friend of the weaker ones, said, I only stole from you.
Freedom, a thistle that ran a-dry, still a baby in your hands
Frozen, the ground refused to die, and the guitar rose again
And when that Southern anthem rings, she will buckle to the side
When that Southern anthem sings, it will lay her burdens down