New South Lyrics

fraternity boys and sorority girls are propping up a bar in oxford mississippi while a fella who looks like he might be hippy plays an old banjo they're eating pepperoni pizza drinking dollar draft watching a basketball game it ain't no laughing matter the rebels are getting whooped again it's the new south like the old south drink a co-cola take a big gulp and the piney woods are only good for pulp and the plantation owners all moved to the gulf bought beach front property while share croppers play the slots in biloxi and these times are good for some the rest might catch some crumbs in the new south like the old south speak your mind but shut your mouth when you're talking about the new south well, refinery row is all aflame and the weather report said it looks like rain so what goes up will come down again and land in my back yard next to the old a/c and the kid's scooter and that fine looking barracuda all it needs is a cap and rotor an ignition and a motor and we'll be cruising in the new south... now they're coming from maine, pennsylvania hollywood, transylvania i don't know where they're coming from but they're coming south they complain about the heat & the goddamn roaches and the say natchitoches like "nakidoches" next thing you know they're your football coaches police chiefs and mayors in the new south...