And I see a brand new kind of brotherhood
Our neighbors in the big house called us redneck
Oh but not the way we thought it would back then
But not the way we thought it would back then
As we forget the bad and keep the good
A brand new breeze is blowing cross the southland
But more important I see human kindness
But I believe the south is gonna rise again
I believe the south is gonna rise again
I mean everybody hand in hand
I mean everybody hand in hand
The Jackson's down the road were poor like we were
But our skin was white and theirs was black
He died a tired old man at forty-four
But they're not pickin' cotton anymore
I believe the south is gonna rise again
Where dirty rundown shack stood once before
Yes I believe the south is gonna rise again
'Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack
Daddy never went on a vacation
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers
I believe the south is gonna rise again
I see sons and daughters and sharecroppers
