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The South
I'm the Little Rock of Arkansas
The Smokie Mountains and a cross cut saw
Louisiana cooking, and a watermelon vine
I'm a tall Georgia pine and I got Georgia on my mind.
I'm the Tennessee waltz, and all night sings
That old Florida sun and Silver Springs
I'm Huck and Tom, and the old folks at home
I'm Claymons Dome, and Lord knows I'm cornpone.
I'm the star's that fell on Alabama
Hot coffee in the morning, and an old smoked ham
A dusty delta dawn, a Carolina moon, Magnolias in bloom
I'm a thorrabred, grazing on Kentucky blue grass
I'm pecan pie and I'm tea of sassafras.
I'm the Mississippi river as it rounds the bend
I'm gone with the wind,Yaw All Come Back Again!
I'm hanging moss from a live oak tree
Good old Southern fried chicken and the cypress limb.
The birth of the blues in New Orleans
The land of dreams.
I'm a antebellum home on the Natchez Trails.
A rusted old plough on the old home place
Azaleas blooming on Mobile bend.
I'm the Virginia reel, Louisville.
Yes; I'm that southern hospitality
And I got that Nashville sound.
I'm a cotton patch and I'm an old flop-eared coonhound.
I'm Daniel Boone and I'm Robert E. Lee
The Seminole, The Choctaw and the Cherokee.
I'm grits for breakfast and I'm a blue bayou
I'm turnip green's and I'm telling you
I'm everything good yaw all ever dreamed about
So Hush Your Mouth cause, "I'm the South!"
I wish I were in Dixie, away, away.
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
Look away, Look away, Look away.
"I Love ya Dixie!!..."
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"I Love ya Dixie!!..."
Look away, Look away, Look away.
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
I wish I were in Dixie, away, away.
So Hush Your Mouth cause, "I'm the South!"
I'm everything good yaw all ever dreamed about
I'm turnip green's and I'm telling you
I'm grits for breakfast and I'm a blue bayou
The Seminole, The Choctaw and the Cherokee.
I'm Daniel Boone and I'm Robert E. Lee
I'm a cotton patch and I'm an old flop-eared coonhound.
And I got that Nashville sound.
Yes; I'm that southern hospitality
I'm the Virginia reel, Louisville.
Azaleas blooming on Mobile bend.
A rusted old plough on the old home place
I'm a antebellum home on the Natchez Trails.
The land of dreams.
The birth of the blues in New Orleans
Good old Southern fried chicken and the cypress limb.
I'm hanging moss from a live oak tree
I'm gone with the wind,Yaw All Come Back Again!
I'm the Mississippi river as it rounds the bend
I'm pecan pie and I'm tea of sassafras.
I'm a thorrabred, grazing on Kentucky blue grass
A dusty delta dawn, a Carolina moon, Magnolias in bloom
Hot coffee in the morning, and an old smoked ham
I'm the star's that fell on Alabama
I'm Claymons Dome, and Lord knows I'm cornpone.
I'm Huck and Tom, and the old folks at home
That old Florida sun and Silver Springs
I'm the Tennessee waltz, and all night sings
I'm a tall Georgia pine and I got Georgia on my mind.
Louisiana cooking, and a watermelon vine
The Smokie Mountains and a cross cut saw
I'm the Little Rock of Arkansas
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