Lyrics

It's cold as hell in these pines
I can see my breath
Bodies lying frozen cold
You can smell the death
Poor man's farmer, on Dixie's honor
Ill fight to my last step
The boys in blue, they came to kill you
That's what they said..

The south is burning again
Did we fight for love or just to cover our sins
A rebel yell send them yankees straight to hell
But I know, i'll see them again...

The boss mans whip keeps the cotton fields white
But livin' in chains aint no way for any man, to live a life
A son of the south ain't really got no choice
Except to grab a gun and kill those boys who are tryin' to take a southern mans voice...

The south is burning again
Did we fight for love or just to cover our sins
A rebel yell, send them yankees straight to hell
But I know, i'll see them again...