J. Michael Tracy male/uptempo

Across this land of Dixie, for whom our fathers died

They’re marching in their ignorance to kill our southern pride

They’ve never even taken time to try and understand

The meanin' of this Battle Flag to the Southern man

To them the truth means nothing though it’s been clear to see

The flag our fathers died for, was not for slavery

The taxes and the tariffs and making their own laws

The rape of our economy became the final straw

(chorus)

The Papers and the TV portray the southern man

A racist and a bigot anytime they can

They try to change our history but we ain’t gonna bend

This Battle Flag’s forever and The South will rise again

Again

When our country needs us to help them save the world

No one holds a candle to a Southern Boy or Girl

Don’t try to change our heritage cause one can never tell

Just when you’re claimin victory you’re gonna hear--- the Rebel Yell

(chorus)

(2n’d half chorus)

Don’t try and change our history cause we ain’t gonna bend

This Battle Flag’s forever and The South will rise again

Again

J. Michael Tracy male vocal/uptempo

Checkin' out the tube for a-little while

My fa-vo-rite channel—izzon the dial they’re sellin'

Books and cars and clothes and wine atta

Very small price—they could be mine

When you’ve got the card, you can get anything you need

I kinda wonder if gettin' into heaven

Is guaranteeeeeed if you 

(chorus)

Have your credit card ready

When it’s time to go

Have your credit card ready

Cause you never know

If Saint Peter’s gonna tell ya—that you can stay

When the Pearly Gates open on Judgement Day

So have your credit card ready

When it’s your time to go

Now it’s 2am and my eyes are weak

I’m so damned tired, I can barely speak

The TV’s blarin', see the preacher there

With his big red robe and-shiny black hair

“We can save your soul, so be the first in line

Get your autographed Bible and a set of tapes for 

Nineteen ninety nine and”

(inst. verse)

(chorus)

(bridge)

Now it ain’t about money or the things in life

You can buy with stacks of green

Don’t matter what you have when you cash it in

Cause you can’t get to heaven in a limozeeen

(chorus)

(tag)

So have your credit card ready

When it’s your time to go

She’s in Texas now  

Another night of drinkin

Said now, he weren’t think’n

And didn’t see why he should call

Ain’t no more room for leeway

That night she hit the freeway

She ain’t lookin back at all------ever again

(chorus 1)

She’s headed back to Austin

Two days out of Boston

She crossed that border—doin 95

He tried to make her stay

She said there ain’t no way she’s take’n it

Anymore, anyhow, she’s in Texas now

Tonight he called her cry’n

Said, he felt like die’n

And asked her if, she’d ever loved him at all

She said “ Now I’ve been thinkin

And I ain’t been drinkin

There ain’t no need for you to call, ever again!!”

(chorus)

She’s headed back to Austin

Two days out of Boston

She crossed that border, doin’ 95

He tried to make her stay

She said there ain’t no way she’s takin’ it

Anymore, anyhow, she’s in Texas now

She’s back in Texas

(chorus 1)

(tag)

She’s back in Texas now

She’s back in Texas now

In Texas now 

J. Michael Tracy male vocal/uptempo

Why I, stay around here, I don’t understand

You got me sittin’on your shelf I know it, was that your plan

(climb)

I often wonder

Just what I’m waitin’ for

(chorus)

Hey Baby won’t ya give me a sign

Sometimes I think you’re mine

And when I start to have a clue, I see just

How far, ya really are, from givin’ me your heart

Then ya go and do what you do

Well I think it’s Voodoo, It’s Voodoo

(verse)

A little pout, ya flash those, baby blues, and I melt in your hand

But I know,in the back of my mind, I need to take a stand

(climb)

Everybody wonders

What I’m waitin’ for

(chorus)

(bridge)

You say jump, I say how hi

I’m mesmerized, and don’t know why

I bet you keep where I won’t see 

A doll that looks like me it’s Voodoo

(tag)

It’s Voodoo, It’s Voodoo, It must be Voodoo

(climb)

Everybody wonders

What I’m waitin’ for

(chorus)

(tag) 

It’s Voodoo