There’s a loyal Johnny rebel heart that beats inside of me
Confederate and proud,…a living history
Thirteen stars, and gazing portside,
Dixie is my love
The city fell to Sherman, for months the north lay siege
The Yankee’s had a masterplan, and made us all to leave
They burned Atlanta down
Only My churches stood tall
Chorus
So tell me? Who do you think I am
I’ll show you, what it takes to be a southern man
Gettysburg and Luther King, the southern Cross and all things in between
I…..am…..the……spirit…..of…..the…..so uth
Watched Johnson at the crossroad, guitar in his hand
The devil had just played it, then gave it to the man
Robert sold his soul
For fame he’d never live to see
I fished with earnest Hemingway, until the sun went down
We drank Sloppy Joes till dawn, I thought that I might drown
He was the old man in the sea
an island in a stream
Chorus
So tell me? Who do you think I am
I’ll show you, what it takes to be a southern man
Gettysburg and Luther King, the southern Cross and all things in between
I…..am…..the……spirit…..of…..the…..so uth
I was riding shotgun, when skynyrds plane went down
A picture perfect sunset, music all around
I saw Ronnie standing there
An angel held his hand
Bridge
And through triumph and tragedy, I look up and see
The thing that makes me proudest is those
Thirteen stars, waving back at me…..
Chorus
So tell me? Who do you think I am
Now I’ve shown you, what it takes to be a southern man
Gettysburg and Luther King, the southern Cross and all things in between
I…..am…..the……spirit…..of…..the…..so uth
Copywrite Steve Howell Assgasket music April 2010