just like the way that you ran to wine
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when they made the new milk turn
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Jesus, a friend in the better times
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let your mother's bible burn
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freedom, a fever you suffered through
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and the dog drank from your cup
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frozen, the river that baptized you
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and the horse died standing up
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but when a southern anthem rings
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she will buckle to that sound
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when that southern anthem sings
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it will lay her burdens down
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just like the way you lost your guns
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when they cut the clothesline loose
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Jesus, a friend of the weaker ones
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said, 'i'm all they stole from you'
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freedom, a thistle that withered dry
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still a baby in your hands
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frozen, the ground refused to die
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and the guitar rose again
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but when that southern anthem rings
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she will buckle to the sound
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when that southern anthem sings
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it will lay her burdens down
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Southern Anthem
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