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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Benét
Eric Benét
Background Vocals
Judith Hill
Judith Hill
Background Vocals
Corinne Bailey Rae
Corinne Bailey Rae
Background Vocals
Randy Emata
Randy Emata
Keyboards
Cameron Johnson
Cameron Johnson
Trumpet
Chris Payton
Chris Payton
Guitar
Donald Hayes
Donald Hayes
Saxophone
Lemar Guillary
Lemar Guillary
Trombone
Luke Smith
Luke Smith
Piano
Matty Taylor
Matty Taylor
Bass
Quinten Gulledge
Quinten Gulledge
Drums
Sara Williams
Sara Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Benét
Eric Benét
Songwriter
Corinne Bailey Rae
Corinne Bailey Rae
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Benét
Eric Benét
Producer
Randy Emata
Randy Emata
Producer
Alison Ball
Alison Ball
Executive Producer
Greg Voeller
Greg Voeller
Recording Engineer
Joseph Mossbridge
Joseph Mossbridge
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Left tears in Alabama, Mississippi Blues
We was runnin' from the devil (runnin', runnin') and the strangest fruit (some fruit)
They say that in the northern states, there's a lot of shade of hate to raise a family
My little family, yeah
Baptized in segregation, abject poverty (poverty)
But momma's love was even stronger, can't take that from me no, no, no
I swear I'll never understand, how they see a lesser man
With all this God in me (God in me, uh what?)
This God in me, yeah
Ya better know that
Hey, don't you know my father (father)
Hey, he's the son of the Southern Pride (son of the Southern Pride)
Son of the Southern Pride (son of the Southern Pride)
I need to tell ya 'bout it
Hey, don't you know my momma?
Hey, she was born of the Southern Pride (Southern Pride)
Born of the Southern Pride (Southern Pride)
Two versions of this country (uh-huh)
I know I can't escape (no)
One version's always tryin' to kill me (oh, no, no)
And one just don't like my face, no, no
They say that in the Northern States there's a lot of shade of hate to raise a family (hey)
Ooh, let me tell you 'bout 'em, tell you 'bout 'em
Hey, don't you know my brother? (My brother)
Hey, he's the son of the Southern Pride (son of the Southern Pride)
Son of the Southern Pride (son of the Southern Pride)
I need to tell ya 'bout it
Hey, don't you know my sister? (Don't you know my sister?)
Hey, she was the son (was the son) of the Southern Pride (Southern Pride)
Born of the Southern Pride
Daddy always made a way, he used to make us proud
Mamma used to always say, can't nothin' keep us down
Daddy always made a way, he used to make us proud
Mamma used to always say, can't nothin' keep us down
Daddy always made a way, he used to make us proud
Mamma used to always say
I'll never understand, they saw a lesser man
Hey, don't you hear me singin'?
Hey, I was born of the Southern Pride, born of the Southern Pride
You better know that
Hey, can't you hear me singin'? (Can't you hear me singin'?)
Hey, I was born of the Southern Pride, born of the Southern Pride
I was born of the Southern Pride
Talkin' 'bout that Mississippi Blues
Hey (well, well) ooh yeah
We was the Southern Pride (Southern Pride)
Written by: Corinne Bailey Rae, Eric Benét
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