American By Birth

<p>I&#x27;m gonna go down on the creek bank, gather all my people<br/>Pitch horseshoes until the sun goes down<br/>Gonna barbecue my ribs, eat potato salad<br/>Let the bird dogs run, let the children sing<br/>Lord we&#x27;re gonna get down<br/><br/>Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie<br/>Where my father and my children&#x27;s feet have trod<br/>We shall all sing &quot;Hallelujah&quot;<br/>I&#x27;m American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God<br/><br/>I&#x27;m gonna slip off with my cousin<br/>For a little shot of bourbon<br/>Listen to him stretch the truth for a little while<br/>I&#x27;m gonna sneak up behind my baby<br/>And tell her that I love her<br/>I&#x27;m gonna lay her down in a hickory sheet<br/>And watch my baby smile<br/>Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie<br/>Where my father and my children&#x27;s feet have trod<br/>We shall all sing &quot;Hallelujah&quot;<br/>I&#x27;m American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God<br/><br/>Yes, we shall gather down in Dixie<br/>Where my father and my children&#x27;s feet have trod<br/>We shall all sing &quot;Hallelujah&quot;<br/>I&#x27;m American by birth, and Southern by the grace of God