i still sing the old songs

grandpa

i've been thinking about you lately

wondering if you'd found peace of mind

i guess you'd be proud to know your grandsons

never crossed that mason-dixon line

and i still sing the old songs that you taught me

and i still pray to jesus now and then

and just like you i wish that he would save me

to see the day the south will rise again

daddy wore his purple heart so proudly

long before i turned into a man

buried with our flag across his casket

i was still too young to understand

mama spent her last years in the garden

while i took my turn behind the gun

lord

i'd give my life to find the freedom

lost within the old songs that you sung

and i still sing the old songs that you taught me

and i still pray to jesus now and then

and just like you i wish that he would save me

to see the day the south will rise again