Y'all c'mon down
any ole' time,
we'll be awaitin'
with watermelon wine.
Y'all are welcome
to come define
our red-neckedness
among the graceful pine.
We'll say, 'Hey Y'all, '
and be inclined
by our southern-ness
to rip it up, divine.
So bring it on,
you raw moonshine,
let yourself be red
in the southern design.
There's nothin' like
fresh off the vine
for a sweeter night,
so poised and unrefined.
Y'all c'mon down,
form a headline,
make newsworthy noise,
along the coastal line.
We're awaitin'
the joyous sign
you ain't forgotten
our infamous dateline.
We are still here,
a fresh resign
of America's
disheartened central spine.
Y'all c'mon down
any ole' time,
we'll be awaitin'
with watermelon wine.
Y'all are welcome
to come define
our red-neckedness
among the graceful pine.
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Thanks for the invite aslong as you have the wine.