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Mama never had a flower garden cause cotton grew right up to our front door Daddy never went on a vacation he died a tired old man at forty-four Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were But our skin was white and their was black But I believe the south is gonna rise again But not the way we thought it would back then I mean everybody hand in hand I believe the south is gonna rise again I see wooded parks and big skyscarpers where dirty rundown shack stood once before I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers but they're not pickin' cotton anymore But more important I see human kindness as we forget the bad and keep the good A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood Yes I believe the south is gonna... I believe the south is gonna rise again I believe the south is gonna rise again From Letras Mania