About The Song
Alabama has long been synonymous with authentic country music, and “When It All Goes South” is a prime example of why. This track is more than just a song; it’s an invitation to come home.
The title itself, “When It All Goes South”, is a playful nod to the Southern roots of the band and their fans. It suggests a comforting return to simpler times, a place where one can find solace and belonging. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of small-town life, evoking images of sweet tea, front porches, and the familiar rhythms of Southern living.
The song begins with a nostalgic longing for home, a sentiment that many can relate to. As the lyrics unfold, we’re transported to a place where worries fade away and the pace of life slows down. The imagery of kudzu vines, hominy grits, and George Jones hits conjures up a sense of warmth and familiarity.
The melody of “When It All Goes South” is both catchy and comforting. The gentle acoustic guitar strumming creates a relaxed atmosphere, while the pedal steel guitar adds a touch of twang that is distinctly Southern. The vocals are delivered with a heartfelt sincerity that draws the listener in.
One of the most appealing aspects of this song is its sense of community. The lyrics suggest that no matter where you are from or where life takes you, there’s always a place for you in the South. The idea of a “southern homecoming” is a powerful one, and it resonates with anyone who has ever felt a longing for a simpler time or a place they can call home.
Alabama’s “When It All Goes South” is more than just a country song; it’s an ode to Southern culture and a celebration of home. It’s a reminder that even in the hustle and bustle of modern life, there’s something truly special about returning to your roots.
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It’ll creep up on you like a kudzu vineEven miles above the Mason-Dixon line‘Til one day you’re craving hominy gritsAnd scanning the jukebox for George Jones hitsDrinkin’ Jack Black tryin’ to kick back’til the condo’s looking like a shotgun shackYou’ll be one of us no matter where you’re atWhen it all goes southWhen it all goes southYou’ll be drivin’ around on a John Deere tractorWhen it all goes southWearing baseball caps but they won’t be backwardsWhen it all goes southIt really don’t matter what state you’re inSomeday the south’s gonna rise againThere’s a Wall Street wonderboySittin’ up northThrowing darts like a monkey at a stock reportGot two homes, car loans, in debtAnd his third divorce ain’t even final yetTraded his MBA for a SUVOn a backwoods road in TennesseeCause Manhattan ain’t the place to beWhen it all goes southWhen it all goes southWith the live oak trees and the sweet magnoliasWhen it all goes southEatin’ moon pies , drinking RC colasWhen it all goes southIt really don’t matter what state you’re inOne day the south’s gonna rise againVicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez and Savannah, Panama CityY’all sure look pretty in the sunshineGetting’ dixiefriedGet yourself some rebel prideWhen it all goes southWhere the fog’s as thick as Mississippi mudWhen it all goes southYou’ll be singing the blues ’cause it’s in your bloodIt really don’t matter what state you’re inSomeday the south’s gonna rise againWhen it all goes south