One Flag Still Flies

From the red clay roads to the rolling tide, From the bayou swamps to the mountain side, We were tested by fire, we were forged by pain, But the heart of the South still beats the same. One flag still flies, through the storm and the fight, Shining proud in the Southern night. We bled for this land, we swore and we prayed, One people, one home — Confederation made. They tried to divide us, tried to bring us low, But a Southern man’s roots still hold, still grow. With a rifle in hand and a hymn in the air, We stood our ground — we’re still standing here. One flag still flies, through the storm and the fight, Shining proud in the Southern night. We bled for this land, we swore and we prayed, One people, one home — Confederation made. And the world may doubt, and the world may jeer, But the South remembers, the South is here. Raise your voice, let the anthem roll, From Carolina pines to the Gulf Coast soul. One flag still flies, through the storm and the fight, Shining proud in the Southern night. We bled for this land, we swore and we prayed, One people, one home — Confederation made.