Sherman
Concrete & Magnolia
Got that Jackson jitter in my left foot tap
This damn Bible Belt buckle ain't cuttin' no slack
They talk 'bout heritage, bless their hearts and their grace
While paintin' pretty smiles on a hateful face
Learned to love in whispers, in the back of a truck
Learned that 'different' here means you're pushin' your luck
Humidity so thick you could bottle and sell it
Got a story in my soul and I'm burnin' like hell to tell it
Oh, we the wildflowers growin' through the concrete slab
They try to mow us down, we just keep comin' back
With a heavy bass heartbeat and a steel guitar soul
This ain't their kinda country, we're fixin' to take control
From the NOLA moonlight to the Mobile bay spray
We the ones they warned you 'bout, get the hell out our way, hey!
Mama said "hush now, child, don't you make a scene"
But a quiet life ain't a life, if you know what I mean
Found my congregation under neon bar lights
Found my redemption in these long, hot nights
Found my family in the ones they threw away
Built our own damn kingdom from the disarray
Got a drawl in my voice and a fire in my gut
For every door they slammed, we kicked another one shut
Oh, we the wildflowers growin' through the concrete slab
They try to mow us down, we just keep comin' back
With a heavy bass heartbeat and a steel guitar soul
This ain't their kinda country, we're fixin' to take control
From the NOLA moonlight to the Mobile bay spray
We the ones they warned you 'bout, get the hell out our way, hey!
Yeah, you hear that 808 shakin' the pine trees?
That's the sound of us, honey, doin' as we damn well please
A revolution wrapped in honeysuckle and rhyme
It's our time, it's our south, it's our goddamn time.
Oh, we the wildflowers growin' through the concrete slab
They try to mow us down, we just keep comin' back
With a heavy bass heartbeat and a steel guitar soul
This ain't their kinda country, we're fixin' to take control
From the NOLA moonlight to the Mobile bay spray
We the ones they warned you 'bout, get the hell out our way, hey!
