Will Saylor - South Goes North (Acoustic) Lyrics

The South goes pretty far north if you ask me
In Bozeman they're like my family
My folks found like-minded souls
Just south of Ontario
The South goes pretty far north if you ask me

I've found the North in Dixieland
Some born and raised with no carpetbag in hand
Others followed a job
And brought their kids along
And changed the life of at least one Southern man

And I know the world is much smaller
Than we tend to think
The vices and comforts of my brothers
Span across the seas

Let's talk about England
What they have up north
You might mind our working class
Or something of the sort
Don't let the cities govern me
Leave alone my identity
I know I've heard that somewhere else before

And I know the world is much smaller
Than we tend to think
The vices and comforts of my brothers
Span across the seas
And I know our hearts are much larger
Than we tend to think
The crying fathers, working mothers
Span across the seas

I have a friend in Calgary
He told me all about the stampede
Who knew our northern friends
Could be so much like my kin
The South goes pretty far north if you ask me