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


Transcribed for me by Sussie Davis