Down in the south the livings good,
The weather's warm, and the food is good.
Like the hot cornbread cooked in a pan,
One slice for each of my two hands.
Black-eyed peas and okra too,
There's just no reason to sing the blues.
Fry up a chicken oh me oh my,
And for dessert some pecan pie.
I wouldn't have it any other way,
So in the south I'm going to stay.
Ice cold watermelon in the shade,
Down in the south, I got it made.
(6/30/11-Alton Texas)
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