Just like the way that you ran to wine   When they made the new milk turn   Jesus a friend in the better times   Let your mother's Bible burn   Freedom a fever you suffered through   And the dog drank from your cup   Frozen the river that baptized you   And the horse died standing up      But when a southern anthem rings   She will buckle to that sound   When that southern anthem sings   It will lay her burdens down      Just like the way that you lost your guns   When they cut the clothesline loose   Jesus a friend of the weaker ones   Said "I'm all they stole from you"   Freedom a thistle that withered dry   Still a baby in your hands   Frozen the ground refused to die   And the guitar rose again      But when a southern anthem rings   She will buckle to that sound   When that southern anthem sings   It will lay her burdens down