Sweet Tea and Freedom

Down in Dixie, where the magnolias bloom,
We ain’t much for cities, we prefer some room,
Mama’s in the kitchen with the flags on the wall,
Daddy’s talkin’ freedom, standin’ proud and tall.
Sweet tea in our hands, a rifle by the door,
We don’t ask for much, but we fight for more,
From the tractor fields to the courthouse steps,
We’re raisin’ our voices, no regrets.
We got sweet tea in our veins, and liberty in our soul,
From the old back roads to the capitol,
Standin’ for our rights, every single day,
Livin' Southern strong, in our own way.
From the barbecue pits to the tailgate nights,
We speak our minds, and we live it right.
Granddaddy fought for the red, white, and blue,
Taught us how to stand, how to see things through,
We don't back down when they push us around,
We're proud of this dirt, it’s hallowed ground.
With our boots in the mud and our hands in the air,
We take care of ours, and we play it fair,
From the small-town churches to the statehouse halls,
You know we’ll be here when duty calls.
We got sweet tea in our veins, and liberty in our soul,
From the old back roads to the capitol,
Standin’ for our rights, every single day,
Livin' Southern strong, in our own way.
From the barbecue pits to the tailgate nights,
We speak our minds, and we live it right.
So raise up your glass, here’s to the South,
Where freedom lives loud from word of mouth,
We may be simple, but we’re standing tall,
In the land of sweet tea and freedom for all.
We got sweet tea in our veins and a flag to wave,
In the heart of the South, where the brave stay brave,
From the porch swings to the courthouse lights,
We hold our ground, and we hold it tight.