Born in Carolina, to a farming family Didn't have much money, but we were white and free Independent laws declared, and the north began a war Wanted southern money and to crush us with their laws
Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done
Yankees came down to the south, to take what they could take Found it harder than they thought, as the South began to wake My father died, Fredericks buried my brother and Aunty Tam It all finally took their toll and the South was over ran
Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done
Gone but not forgotten and the spirit still lives on Confederacy may long be dead but the flag it sure aint gone When you ride down a Southern road and you look up to the sky Don't be surprised to see uphigh grey riders passing by
They were born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done