Daddy's neck was red as the words of Jesus in Mama's King James bible
I was born by the buckle of the bible belt, born again by revival
Mama loved Swaggart and Daddy loved Haggard and Grandpa run moonshine
And my brother Billy died on a Carolina night met Jesus at the finish line
Matthew Mark Luke and Earnhardt
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
Matthew Mark Luke and Earnhardt
That's the way it is down in Dixieland
We used to line 'em up on Brainerd road, out on that straight stretch
Hook them Chevy's up side by side from paycheck to paycheck
Mam loved Swaggart and Daddy loved Haggard, I loved that Hickory Wind
It's the kinda thing I still can't explain, it's a Southern thing I don't understand
Matthew Mark Luke and Earnhardt
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
Matthew Mark Luke and Earnhardt
Here he comes, there he goes and he ain't comin' back again, no no
I can hear him ridin' off in that Kannnapolis wind
You bet your sweet ass you'll never see Junior Johnson cry again