(Travis Tritt/Larry Alderman) Raised a child of farmer folks down in the Southern land I worked all day in the summer sun 'til my back was leather tan Now I've been called hillbilly, I've been called a redneck too But I ain't backwards, dumb or poor, I'm just red, white and blue Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are From Richmond to Montgomery From San Antone to Caroline There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in Like wind through Georgia pines I hold on to some old ways I ain't scared to try the new But what it comes to what I change I'll be the one to choose Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are Well the times are a changin' And the South has come of age We've put the past behind us It's time to turn the page