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We ask people not to listen to rumors
Don't get your information from these unofficial sources
Because 99% of the time they're wrong
So a 19-year-old hated the governor, but the governor hated him too
And all the corrupt Columbia lawyers that tried to drag his daddy through
The mud, the grass, the driveway, and the courthouse in Greenwood too
If he was gonna die for anything, I'm sad he died for you
Because he always told me, he said
Freddie, I'd rather be homeless in Charleston than have a house in that capital city
Where Carolina women drink coffee and crats grab tears of pity
And state school grads live on the streets cashing checks to take a ride
While the lawyers in Columbia still got that old boy Southern pride
And if you look very closely, y'all
There's a drain right by that city hall and it catches broken men
They're sleeping with their maiden wives and dating college jen
The swamp is growing thicker by the day, crowds growing faster
But they don't got a word to say, they answer to McMaster
Oh, King Henry, let the people know
Ole, King Henry, let the power go
There's gonna be plenty of fuel. So then here comes the fire
You hold the rivers, grab the coastlines, outlive all the rest
That fought for freedom, bells and whistles hanging on your vest
The old will never die and rich men pay the rest to be
The ones that fight the battles buried under Clemson rings
I hate to see you stand up tall with Lady on his knees
Graham never seems to tussle if the orange boy agrees
You pour the oil down the throats of children in the schools
And make old Scott the symbol for the people you abuse
Oh, King Henry, let the people know
Ole, King Henry, let the power go
Oh, King Henry, crown is so divine
Ole, King Henry, let the crescent die
Southern boys live and other men die, women date them and carry their child
Live on them islands, gates you can keep, Hilton Head golfing, Kiawai Beach
Away from them kids who are never to see, the way the ones live all there in the streets