Southern Man Poem by William Mowell

I have a rebel head and a rebel heart, I also use words like tart
Hazel eyes and a big build, I feel at home in a big open field
Mud dobbin' or blastin' the radio, my wild oats I'll sow
Southern hospitality and a redneck style, I'm ready to walk that country mile

I'll walk that mile for any of you, and then I'll bid you adieu
I wear a buckle and cowboy hat, I can be your personal door mat
Or I can be a fantasy thats run wild, I'll be as gentle as a child
I've had my heart ripped out time or two, there have been nights I've been blue

I try to stay on the sunny side of life, although sometimes its filled with strife
Looks like Hank Jr. and an attitude like Kid Rock, I'm the key to a long forgotten lock
You wont find me break dancing at any club, although you might find me at the local pub
In time the words will be misplaced, but stained images in your mind will be interlaced