You say, ""I miss the old ways, but not like that
Dog whistling fool of a king.""
Don't cha know that old Dixie land
Is more than dirt roads and simple ways?

Tear it down
Tear it down
That ragged cross of race

I don't guess that we deserve all this
Beauty and the light
The way the firefly returns in June
As dusk sings her lullaby
All the lives that fertilized and the manifested hand
The human bondage that provides the bounty of this land

Tear it down
Tear it down
That ragged cross of race
The stone and the ore
Beaten into monuments
That rose out of hate

I was that lonely kid in old cinemas
Watching Gone with the Wind
Tradition runs the core of me
And The Song of the South, whistling Dixie again
Oh, that tune lived and breathed in me, and it wants to live again
But we must fight with all our might to kill that racist hymn

Tear it down
Tear it down
That ragged cross of race
The stone and the ore
Beaten into monuments
That rose out of hate

The epitaph I Long to read is ""Here lies slavery.""