When It All Goes South

	  		 
 
Hi! 
Here one for ya.  Alabama's song - When It All Goes South 
I'm Christian Hay.  e-mail:  [email protected] 
 
When It All Goes South - Alabama 
 
E5 boogie beat /B  /C#  /D  /C# B 
 
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 
         G 
Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back 
         A 
'til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack 
          E 
you'll be one of us no matter where you're at 
 
        A                                                         G 
When it all goes south  (you'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor) 
        E 
When it all goes south  (wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards) 
       D 
Now it really don't matter what state you're in 
A                                  E 
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 
 
Break: spoken "feeling kinda southern right now" 
 
Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama City 
Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine 
Getting' 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