When It All Goes South (Extended Version)

It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine

Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line

'Til one day you're craving hominy grits

And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits

Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back

'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack

You'll be one of us no matter where you're at

When it all goes south

When it all goes south

(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)

When it all goes south

(Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)

Now it really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again

There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north

Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report

He's got two homes, car loans, in debt

And his third divorce ain't even final yet

Traded his MBA for a SUV

On a backwoods road down in Tennessee

'Cause man Manhattan ain't the place to be

When it all goes south

(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)

When it all goes south

(Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)

Now it really don't matter what state you're in

Someday the south's gonna rise again

Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez

And Savannah, Panama City

Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine

Gettin' dixiefried

Get yourself some rebel pride

When it all goes south

(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)

When it all goes south

(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)

Now it really don't matter what state you're in

One day the south's gonna rise again

When it all goes south

When it all goes south

(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)

When it all goes south

(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)...