B                       E 
Mama never had a flower garden  
 
      F#7                                B 
Cause cotton grew right up to our front door 
 
                        E 
Daddy never went on a vacation  
 
   F#7                            B 
He died a tired old man at forty-four 
 
                                         E 
Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck 
 
      F#7                              B 
Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack 
 
                                           E 
The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were 
 
F#7                                   B 
But our skin was white and their was black 
 
                           F#m          B 
But I believe the south is gonna rise again 
 
    E              D#7                    G#m 
But not the way we thought it would back then 
 
E           F#7           G#m 
I mean everybody hand in hand  
 
E   B                  F#7          B 
I believe the south is gonna rise again 
 
                              E 
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers  
 
      F#7                             B 
Where dirty rundown shack stood once before 
 
                                 E 
I see sons and daughter and sharecroppers  
 
F#7                             B 
But they're not picking cotton anymore 
 
                               E 
But more important I see human kindness  
 
      F#7                          B 
As we forget the bad and keep the good 
 
                                        E 
A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland 
 
F#7                                   B 
And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood 
 
                           F#m          B 
But I believe the south is gonna rise again 
 
    E              D#7                    G#m 
But not the way we thought it would back then 
 
E           F#7           G#m 
I mean everybody hand in hand  
 
E   B                  F#7          B 
I believe the south is gonna rise again