I'm The South 

I'm the Little Rock of Arkansas 
The Smokey Mountains and a cross-cut saw 
Louisiana cooking and a watermelon vine 
I'm a tall Georgia Pine And Georgia's on my mind 
I'm the Tennessee Waltz and all night sings 
The Florida sun and Silver Springs 
I'm Huck and Tom and the old folks at home 
I'm Clingman's Dome 

Why, I'm the stars that fell on Alabam 
I'm coffee in the morning And an old smoked ham 
I'm a Carolina moon, a dusty delta dawn Magnolias in Bloom 
I'm a thoroughbred grazing on Kentucky bluegrass 
I'm coon hounds, bird dogs and tea of sassafras 
I'm the Mississippi River as it rounds the bend 
I'm Gone With The Wind 
Y'all come back again 

I'm hanging moss on a live oak tree 
Southern fried chicken and a cypress knee 
Why, I'm the birth of the blues in New Orleans The land of dreams 
And I'm a trout a' jumpin' in a cool clear stream 
I'm an antebellum home on the Natchez Trace 
A rusty plow on the old home place 
Azaleas a' blooming in beautifu Mobile 
I'm the Virgina Reel 
Derby Day in Louisville 

That Southern hospitality in Charleston and in Raleigh 
A Georgia peach, a cotton patch, Miami Beach 
I'm Dan'el Boon and Robert E. Lee 
The Seminole, Choctaw and the Cherokee 
Well, I'm everything good you've ever dreamed about 
Hush your mouth. 
I Am The South 

Copyright © Written by Paul Ott  

Used with permission


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