Lyrics:

Mama never had a flower garden'Cause cotton grew right up to our front doorDaddy never went on a vacationHe died a t
ired old man at fourty fourOur neighbors in the big house called us redneck'Cause we lived in a poor share-croppers shackTh
e Jacksons down the road were poor like we wereBut our skin was white and theirs was blackBut I believe the south is gonna r
ise againBut not the way we thought it would back thenI mean everybody hand in handI believe the south is gonna rise again
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapersWhere dirty rundown shacks stood once beforeI see sons and daughters of share-croppers
But they're not picking cotton anymoreBut more important I see human kindnessAs we forget the bad and keep the goodA brand
new breeze is blowing 'cross the southlandAnd I see a brand new kind of brotherhoodYes I believe the south is gonna rise aga
inOh, but not the way we thought it would back thenI mean everybody hand in handI believe the south is gonna rise againI be
lieve the south is gonna rise againI believe the south is gonna rise again