Oh, how sweet tea heals my soul.
What say I mix it up?
From a glass to a bowl.

With freshly squeezed lemon,
and ice that's so cold,
it freezes my hand.
This drink that I hold.

The days are so hot,
I cry and I plea,
"I just need my drink,
My darling, Sweet Tea!"

Welcome to the South,
where we teach
Christ's compassion,
rather than put it into action.
Where we honor the
Red, White, and Blue,
but only want to share it with a few.

Welcome to the South,
Where our values are just as backwards as our deep fried diet,
and our minds are
just as closed as our hearts.

So pull up a chair,
or a double-wide,
Grab a peach
or a pecan pie,
'cause ain't nothin'
gonna change,
till DixieLand dies.