How I'LL Stay
Atlanta lights burning bright
Nashville rocking hard every night
Looks like we need to get things right
You know it's time for a change
Cause this new stuff ain't where it's at
Time to put the old south back on the map
We might of gotten just a little off track
But it's time to rise again
I live in a small town
Just a back woods boy that you can't keep down
I can't get enough rambling round on these southern interstates
From Carolina to Birmingham
Jacksonville to Louisiann
On the highways of this land
Where I was born and raised
Chorus:
You got Dirt roads, Mountain streams and textile mills
Words can't say the love I feel for good old Dixie land
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
I come from the old school like my daddy did and his did too
Just singing the white man's blues in every town I play
Singer singing about the new south
But he ain't from here tell me how can he know what he's singing about
How can he know
It don't rock and it don't roll
It ain't got feel and it has no soul
Let's get back to the days of old
When music represent where you come from
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
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How I'LL Stay
Atlanta lights burning bright
Nashville rocking hard every night
Looks like we need to get things right
You know it's time for a change
Cause this new stuff ain't where it's at
Time to put the old south back on the map
We might of gotten just a little off track
But it's time to rise again
I live in a small town
Just a back woods boy that you can't keep down
I can't get enough rambling round on these southern interstates
From Carolina to Birmingham
Jacksonville to Louisiann
On the highways of this land
Where I was born and raised
Chorus:
You got Dirt roads, Mountain streams and textile mills
Words can't say the love I feel for good old Dixie land
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
I come from the old school like my daddy did and his did too
Just singing the white man's blues in every town I play
Singer singing about the new south
But he ain't from here tell me how can he know what he's singing about
How can he know
It don't rock and it don't roll
It ain't got feel and it has no soul
Let's get back to the days of old
When music represent where you come from
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
Atlanta lights burning bright
Nashville rocking hard every night
Looks like we need to get things right
You know it's time for a change
Cause this new stuff ain't where it's at
Time to put the old south back on the map
We might of gotten just a little off track
But it's time to rise again
I live in a small town
Just a back woods boy that you can't keep down
I can't get enough rambling round on these southern interstates
From Carolina to Birmingham
Jacksonville to Louisiann
On the highways of this land
Where I was born and raised
Chorus:
You got Dirt roads, Mountain streams and textile mills
Words can't say the love I feel for good old Dixie land
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
I come from the old school like my daddy did and his did too
Just singing the white man's blues in every town I play
Singer singing about the new south
But he ain't from here tell me how can he know what he's singing about
How can he know
It don't rock and it don't roll
It ain't got feel and it has no soul
Let's get back to the days of old
When music represent where you come from
My roots run deep into this ground
There's rebel blood flowing thru my veins
And as long as I'm alive
I'm gonna have my share of Southern pride
Until my dying day .. That's how I'll stay
Writer: Eric Beddingfield
Copyright: Lyrics © REBEL DAWG MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © REBEL DAWG MUSIC