Lyrics:

Picking up a head of steam
Pulling in from New Orleans
Back to Jackson
To my hometown
Where southern hospitality
Was first ingrained deep inside of me
For I still say yes sir
And no ma’am
But the need for reconciliation
For all the years of segregation
Makes me question
How far that southern charm extends

I believe all men were made equal
I believe in the image of another

It’s in the ground
Where our grandfathers lay
It’s in the blood and marrow
Water and the clay
In my soul
Is a deep, deep longing
For the people in this town
To see the silver lining

Now that I’m old and grown
I wanna get out of this town
Move up north with my girls,
plant roots and settle down
No matter if I stay or go
I’ll keep this feeling I have always known
Oh, a sense of belonging
I was made on this earth
But it’s not all I was made for
For when I finally go home
My father will meet me at the door

I believe that this time has great meaning
I believe there is more than what we’re seeing

It’s in the ground
Where our grandfathers lay
It’s in the blood and marrow
Water and the clay
In my soul
Is a deep, deep longing
For the people in this town
To see the silver lining

I believe
(I believe)
I’m where I am made to be
(I believe)
Behind the clouds there is beauty

It’s in the ground
Where our grandfathers lay
It’s in the blood and marrow
Water and the clay
In my soul
Is a deep, deep longing
For the people in this town
To see the silver lining

In my soul
Is a deep, deep longing
For the people in this town
To see the silver lining