Friday morning I was down At the Starbucks Sippin' on a latte With the fat left out I had a bagel And a sudden revelation I'm finally living In the new south They make Mercedes Down in Vance, Alabama And Tennessee Is cranking Nissans out I read about it In my Wall Street Journal We're all living In the new south They'll valet park you At the Galleria They'll hang your coat up For you at the door They'll take your check Your MasterCard or Visa They love our money At those Yankee stores It's getting hard to find Good grits and gravy I know you know What I'm talking about Well that's the price You have to pay For progress And to be living In the new south We pulled ourselves up Out of Old Man River And cut away All the kudzu vines It took a while But I think we made it We can finally put These blues behind We traded in our boots For Italian loafers And Bichon Frises Are our new hounds Thanks to Disney World And Coca-Cola We're finally living In the new south Y'all come see us In the new south