Just like the way that you ran to wine

When they made the new milk turn

Jesus a friend in the better times

Let your mother's Bible burn

Freedom a fever you suffered through

And the dog drank from your cup

Frozen the river that baptized you

And the horse died standing up

But when a southern anthem rings

She will buckle to that sound

When that southern anthem sings

It will lay her burdens down

Just like the way that you lost your guns

When they cut the clothesline loose

Jesus a friend of the weaker ones

Said "I'm all they stole from you"

Freedom a thistle that withered dry

Still a baby in your hands

Frozen the ground refused to die

And the guitar rose again

But when a southern anthem rings

She will buckle to that sound

When that southern anthem sings

It will lay her burdens down