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Rebel Syndicate - Grace of God lyrics
Country ain’t where you are, it’s how you live It ain’t the twang in your voice, it’s the respect that you give When you tip you’re hat, and say “good mornin, ma’am” And redneck ain’t a put down or a point of shame Cause you can’t strip away my southern pride, by slapping on some silly name And besides, man- that’s what i am American by birth And southern by the grace of God True wealth ain’t a bank account or in that big ‘ol house It’s the number of folks you can call your friend even when the chips are down And the last time i looked, well i’m wealthy man American by birth And southern by the grace of God Chorus: I’m comin from a way of life Where a man’s held to his word Where duane allman’s still alive and well And “sweet home” can still be heard I’ll speak my southern english long and slow Though you may think it odd Damn proud to be american by birth And southern by the grace of God A warrior ain’t some stupid jock, playin some stupid game It’s a dedicated man with a rifle in his hand, fightin in our name Cause freedom ain’t free, and in harms way he’ll stand American by birth Southern by the grace of God Chorus Solo Chorus |
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