House Divided (But Hearts United)

Well I know a couple down in Georgia, sweet as pecan pie, But come the fall, it’s football time, and sparks start to fly. He’s red and black, she’s crimson proud, both loud as they can be, You ain’t seen nothin’ like the SEC… in one family! He swears by Herschel Walker, she's got Saban on a shrine, He grills in Bulldog apron, she spikes her punch with Tide. Their kids get jerseys every year — one red, one rollin’ white, And whichever team is losing… well, no one sleeps that night! It’s a house divided, but hearts united, Every Saturday, the whole place gets ignited. Tailgate wars in the driveway heat, Flags fly high on every street. She says “Roll Tide,” he shouts “Go Dawgs,” But love still wins through all the fog. Yeah, they might fuss when their teams collided, But it’s still one house — just slightly divided. They bribe their twins with candy — “Cheer for Mama’s Tide!” But Daddy slips ‘em dollar bills and Bulldog gear to hide. Come kickoff, they’re all barkin’ or yellin’ “Roll!” with pride, And the neighbors place their bets on who’s gonna cry. But when the last down's played and the grill’s gone cold, They wrap up in a blanket, hearts still bold. Through wins and losses, they’ve found the way — To love a little deeper every gameday. It’s a house divided, but hearts united, Even if the living room gets lopsided. She pops champagne when Bama scores, He smashes cans and paces floors. But when the band plays that final note, They cuddle close in the same old coat. Yeah, love like that can't be slighted, It’s S-E-C strong — and deeply united. So if you see 'em on a Saturday, just keep this in mind… A little football feud never hurt love of that kind.