Ballad of a Southern Man Lyrics

(Verse 1)
My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
I guess thats something you don't understand.
Now I grew up on a prison farm,
sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,
but I guess thats something you don't understand.
(Chorus)
Grandmas in the kitchen;
Papas drunk past dawn;
We sit out on the front porch,
Just a pickin on the songs;
and there's blood on the table,
cause we work for what we have;
and I was raised in this land,
I guess thats something you don't understand.
(Verse 2)
I still fly that southern flag,
whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
and I know all the words to simple man,
I guess thats something you don't understand.
I pledge my allegiance the original way,
say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
I cant change my ways I know who I am,
I guess thats something you don't understand.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
They'll grind us up in a big machine;
They'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
Holy dollar and a credit card;
but we got a way of doing things,
and no bankers gonna steal from me;
they wanna tear it all apart.
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.