Woorden: Blackhawk. Brothers of the Southland.

From the hills they came, from backwoods without a name
Carrying their guitars and a heart full of southern soul
Down the dusty roads of Caroline, the Tucker boys were friends of mine
They echoed through the lonely pines, running down the road

And the day the Caldwells died
Before the rugged cross we cried
A voice from deep inside
Said you gotta carry on and on and

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, oh standing on this stage together
Our song goes on forever we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland

Tattered old revival tent and ragged voices heaven-sent
Singing hallelujah and dancing in the aisles
Ronnie was a barefoot child, an angel's voice and the devil's smile
We only had him for a little while but the world still sings his songs

And the day the Freebird died
Before the rugged cross we cried
The gray ghost he rides
Said you gotta carry on and on and

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, standing on this stage together
Our song goes on forever we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland
Brothers of the southland

And the day Duane Allman died
With Barry Oakley by his side
They took one last midnight ride

We are brothers of the southland, singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind, standing on this stage together
A bridge across forever, we're part of Heaven's plan
We're brothers of the southland, brothers of the southland

Brothers of the southland
Brothers of the southland