We packed our few belonings
And we moved across the ocean
To start a newer life
In this land so bold and vast
Dispersed from Ellis Island
My distant Irish kin
Eyes cut to the future
Hearts tied to the past
We held tight to our loved ones
And we held onto the promise
And scraped our meager living
Hand to mouth
We prayed to what would have us
Every doubting John Thomas
Spread through Appalachia
Ever South
Spread through Appalachia
Ever South
And I hear we weren't welcomed here
At least not in those days
No one needs our drunken, fighting, thieving kind
But we settled in this new place
And we worked it in our ways
And we spread our kin upon it in due time
Spread our kin upon it in due time
And we fought our losing battles
And we held onto our ways
And we talk of how we left behind our better days
Some were living lives of leisure
Some surviving hand to mouth
Bash our heads against the future
Ever south
Bash our heads against the future
Ever south
When I set my sights upon you
We were both still in our prime
We were moving in big circles
That I sought out to combine
And I held you in my arms
And swore eternal love this time
Tried to lasso brighter futures
And let it drag us both behind
Tried to lasso brighter futures
And let it drag us both behind
So we aimed our sights westward
Like so many did before
Expanding our horizons to some distant shore
Where everyone takes notice of the drawl that leaves our mouth
So no matter where we are, we're ever south
No matter where we are, we're ever south
Now my Christian southern brethren will tell you all what for
To keep your heathen ways within you and your shoes outside the door
Take your stand for noble causes til you just can't stand no more
And surrender to some savior, praise the Lord
Surrender to some savior, praise the Lord
But despite our best intentions it pains me to report
We keep swinging for the fences, coming up a little short
We sure can get it wrong, for someone so devout
I see you whistling past the graveyard, looking down
Whistling past the graveyard, looking down
Ever southern in my carriage, ever southern in my stance
In the Irish of my complexion and the Scottish in my dance
In the way I bang my head against my daily circumstance
Let this blue-eyed southern devil take you out upon the crown
With decadence and charm, we'll take it into town
Tell you stories of our fathers and the glories of our house
Always told a little slower, ever south
Always told a little slower, ever south

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