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Ballad of General Lee
It was the summer of nineteen seventy nine
A hero was born in the Georgia pines
The angels played Dixie while his Mama set him free with the spirit of Robert E Lee
He was bright Hemi orange with a style from sixty nine
He was always first at the finish line
Wore a Confederate flag cause that's how he stood
Had a 440 six pack under the hood
He was long and built for speed
Had everything a country boy could need
He was free, proud and true
Loved by everybody in the red white, and blue
Oh, General Lee you're a part of me
Why can't they just let you be
Just like those Good Ole Boys
I'm not meaning no harm
So why are all those sissies twisting my arm
They got their rainbow dream at last
But now they're trying to erase my past
Ain't got but one thing to say
Don’t tread on me - have a nice day
It's seems the voice of the few
Trying to take the freedom from me and you
If they don't like who we are
Maybe they need to take a ride in that orange car
So when I see that Zero One pass by
I'm gonna hold my head up high
Cause that General's gonna fly
Across the southern sky
Oh, General Lee you're a part of me
Why can't they just let you be
Just like those Good Ole Boys
I'm not meaning no harm
So why are all those sissies twisting my arm
They got their rainbow dream at last
But now they're trying to erase my past
Ain't got but one thing to say
Don’t tread on me - have a nice day
A hero was born in the Georgia pines
The angels played Dixie while his Mama set him free with the spirit of Robert E Lee
He was bright Hemi orange with a style from sixty nine
He was always first at the finish line
Wore a Confederate flag cause that's how he stood
Had a 440 six pack under the hood
He was long and built for speed
Had everything a country boy could need
He was free, proud and true
Loved by everybody in the red white, and blue
Oh, General Lee you're a part of me
Why can't they just let you be
Just like those Good Ole Boys
I'm not meaning no harm
So why are all those sissies twisting my arm
They got their rainbow dream at last
But now they're trying to erase my past
Ain't got but one thing to say
Don’t tread on me - have a nice day
It's seems the voice of the few
Trying to take the freedom from me and you
If they don't like who we are
Maybe they need to take a ride in that orange car
So when I see that Zero One pass by
I'm gonna hold my head up high
Cause that General's gonna fly
Across the southern sky
Oh, General Lee you're a part of me
Why can't they just let you be
Just like those Good Ole Boys
I'm not meaning no harm
So why are all those sissies twisting my arm
They got their rainbow dream at last
But now they're trying to erase my past
Ain't got but one thing to say
Don’t tread on me - have a nice day
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