Now those Northern nights are cool and crisp/ And its Autumn charm is often missed/ But don’t go thinking the South don’t  have its days/ Cause the summer heat of a Dixie night/ It still does this cowboy right/ And the Southern sun is turning this white neck red/ Those Northern girls, well they sure are pretty but these Southern girls got charm/ I guess a little of both kinds can’t do this soldier harm/ Yes, maybe I can play both sides when it comes to the loving game/ But when it comes to North and South it just don’t seem the same 

Chorus: Cause I was born a Yank and raised a Rebel/ Started on steak and grown on grits/ This Civil War in-side of me has been giving this cowboy fits/ I got Northern blood with a Southern heart/ And that Mason-Dixie tears me apart/ The battles putting history to shame/ And if my Northern conscience don’t watch its behind/ I got a funny feeling the South’s gonna win this time   

Now Grant and Lee they had it easy/ They didn’t have to fight themselves/ Cause the battle lines crossed fields and pines/ And left their minds alone/ But I got this raging battle being fought within my soul/ Casualties stand to be my sanity as a whole 

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Now in between the battle I got a chance to rest/ And I realized that both the Rebs and Yanks are Americans at best/ And this Southern heart would be no good without its Northern blood/ So I’ll forget about my differences and thank the Lord above/ That I was born a Yank and raised a Rebel/ Started on steak and grown on grits/ This Civil War inside of me has been giving this cowboy fits/ I got Northern blood with a Southern heart/ And that Mason-Dixie tears me apart/ Outsiders had best leave us alone/ See they got this misconception that our differences make us weak/ Well that’s what the Japs thought in ’42 and just look at who got beat/ Yea these outsiders they had best wake up and watch their own behinds/ Cause there ain’t no doubt that the Rebs and Yanks would win it again this time