Lyric South

Hot afternoon, sometime in june
Sittin on the front porch waitin on the moon
Talkin to my neighbor next door ain t never ever very much fun
Go get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down
Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms

And they call it the South, it s the land of the free
It lost the only war it ever fought in history
But I love the South, it s the land of the free
It s the land of hush your mouth, n Joe South
And that s home to me

She was born in 52, she finished in a Mississippi school
And something about her that turns you on
She s different, like another world
And you can tell she s not a New York girl
And something about her kiss that takes you home

But she was born in the South, Memphis, Tennessee
She was rich in looks from a poor Memphis family
But she will stay in the South, it s the land of the free
It s the land of hush your mouth, n Joe South
And that s home to me

California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue
In LA there s always something to do, and you re never alone
But I like Fall,and I like Spring, I love snow and I love rain
And there s something about LA I can t call home

I guess I ll stay in the South, it s the land of the free
It lost the only war it ever fought in history
But I love the South, it s the land of the free
It s the land of hush your mouth, n Joe South
And that s home to me...