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Southern Son

Born on the hudson, twenty-two years gone
Bred and raised in the city
From my daddys knee I learned the union songs
But grandma sang lullabies of dixie
And though the northern winter fills my heart with joy
Oh its a southern sun that shines down
On this yankee boy
Mama dreamed of paris nights
And boatin on the seine
She said, were gonna make it there too
Soon as papa comes home again
And shed speak to me in broken french
Dressed like a painting of lautrecs
In the night shed clutch me to her breast
And say, well make it outta here yet
And though parisian women
Strut so fine down the eiffel mall
Its a southern one I sing my songs for
Well with the local bunch of do-good boys
And an old man from the west
We crossed the land in the caravan
Yes we traveled with the best
With circus acts and vaudeville hacks
And the mississippi delta queen
She told me the news and sold me her blues
In an alley in new orleans
And though the western plains are still stained
With the blood of great cowboys
Its a southern sun
That shine down on this yankee boy

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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My Home's In Alabama (Single Edit)

Words and Music by Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry
Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night
Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand
why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away
to some other guitar picker in some other late night place
Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away
took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A.
Up to New York City, all across the USA
I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say (that my)
Chorus:
..home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred
What keeps me goin'? I don't really know.
can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke
could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood
when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good
Well I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please
I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me
and someday when I make it, when love finds a way
somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my
Chorus

song performed by by Alabama
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Wild Eyed Southern Boys

Its a hot night at the juke joint
And the bands pumpin rhythm and blues
Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight
Gonna make some front page news
And the ladies hate the violence
Still they never seem to look away
Cause they love those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Its a southern point of honor
You got a get right in on the action
You can hear the outlaws holler
Fight for the lady in black
And she's just one in a million
But she's all I need tonight
Cause she loves those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Oohhh yeah
Wild eyed boys
A man of wealth and power
Is out on the dance hall floor
He got a champagne Eldorado parked outside the door
And he's looking for a honky tonk angel
But he don't stand a chance in hell
Cause he ain't no wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys

song performed by by 38 Special
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My Homes In Alabama

Words and music by randy owen and teddy gentry
Drinkin was forbidden in my christian country home
I learned to play the flattop on them good ol gospel songs
Then I heard about the barrooms just across the georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin playin guitar late at night
Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand
Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band
When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away
To some other guitar picker in some other late night place
Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away
Took my songs and dreams to nashville and then on to l.a.
Up to new york city, all across the usa
I lost so much of me but theres enough of me to say (that my)
Chorus:
..homes in alabama, no matter where I lay my head
My homes in alabama, southern born and southern bred
What keeps me goin? I dont really know.
Cant be the money the lord knows Im always broke
Could it be the satisfaction of bein understood
When the people really love ya and let you know when its good
Well Ill speak my southern english just as natural as I please
Im in the heart of dixie, dixies in the heart of me
And someday when I make it, when love finds a way
Somewhere high on lookout mountain Ill just smile with pride and say that my
Chorus

song performed by by Alabama
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Southern Women

(g.& d. rossington, j. van zant, e. king)
Im the kind of man that loves all the girls
From debutantes to honky-tonk queens
Ive tasted every brand all around the world
But all I see are peaches in my dreams
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Its a well known fact across the dixie line
And if a man dont agree I can tell you hes blind
They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest
And if she takes you home you aint gettin no rest
(chorus)
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Im talkin bout theyll love you so slow them southern women
Them southern girls
They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side
Take you places that youve never been make a man come back again
Talk about mamas southern belle little girl learned her lesson well
Aint no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women
(repeat chorus)
They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style
Little girl learned her lesson well aint no others can cast a spell
Like the sweet southern women them southern girls

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Let The Little Boy Sing

Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of lousiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her little boy sang
She knew he could be someone special
Mama cried cause the way that it was
He would only be wasted away
Then his mama would pray
And every night she would say
Help my boy began
Take the lord by the hand
Let the little boy sing
Got a feeling that takes you home
Got a melody of his own
Let the little boy sing
Let the little boy try
Let the little boy buy
He can take you along
On the wings of his song
Let the little boy fly
Take you back to new orleans
Where the music wakes up with the city
To the bars by the railroad cars
On the neon side of town
Sang a song on the city streets
And people began to listen
Southern boy, sing your southern song
Take it like no one aound
Nobody walked by
Without feelin high
Never heard it before
Theyd be calling for more
Let the little boy sing
Got a melody of his own
Got a feeling that takes you home
Let the little boy sing
And let the little boy fly
Let the little boy try
He can take you along
On the wings of his song
Let the little boy fly
Let him take you away
(ladies and gentlemen
Super? ? are proud to introduce
The little boy with a soul of a star)
Let the little boy sing
Got a melody of his own
Got a feeling that takes you home
Let the little boy sing
Let the little boy try
Let the little boy buy
He can take you along
On the wings of his song
Let the little boy fly

song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Black Pearl

Deep down in Mississippi
I found a sweet delta blue
She weaved a little southern spell on me
Made a little voodoo
She was born the bright side of midnight
When her mama was seventeen
She was a hot blooded - god fearin' - gospel girl
The finest that I ever seen

Chorus

She's black coffee - little bit 'o cream
Sweet brown sugar - my midnight dream
Black pearl - my kinda girl
Just the kind of thing to rock my world
Black pearl - my kinda girl

Met her in a dixie diner
Put on the southern hospitality
I can still smell her sweet molasses
Running all over me
We started rollin' like the river
Like a twister tearin' through the town
Tongue tied - satisfied - 'n southern fried
As she drove this ol' dixie down

Chorus

Yeah she's alright - yeah she's ok
makin' love night - she really made my day

song performed by by Bryan Adams from 18 Til I Die
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Southern Comfort

(eric carmen)
Recorded by the quick
Epic 10516 / 1969
Northern lovins mean, so cold and weary
You know, I got to go down south to get love right
And the way they love down south
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Well Ive had my fill of gold I trade for women
Now I need some southern hospitality
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
So if you wanna keep me satisfied
You gotta give me some southern comfort tonight
Well Ive had my fill of gold I trade for women
No, I need some southern hospitality
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
(oh, you know I want it baby)
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey

song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Your Southern Can Is Mine

Lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked ill even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgetten your southern can belongs to me
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as i get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a thousand, half a pound
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand ya cant rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when i get ya momma your canll see no rest
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im screamin
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When i hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Now look here woman, dont get hot
Im gettin me a brick outta my backyard
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im takin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well if i catch you momma down in the heart of town
Im gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me
You maybe get bed sick, cause youre graveyard bound
Im gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im screamin
Your southern can belongs to me

song performed by by White Stripes
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Falling Star

Its like an ocean tide
Slowly washing my shores away
Its like the sun above
Now sooner or later
Ill have to face that way
Now she asks me how youre doing
And I tell her youre getting by
But its pain and numbness
Side by side
You came on the scene
Like a star in the northern night
She spread her love to you
Like the warmth of a southern sky
And so it goes on
You know its night and day
One always slips away
Theres no one left to blame
Love falls down you know and your
And your heart falls to pieces
And your soul might get lost along the way
And all these songs
They used to make you shine
They are just lullabies for your nightmares
I dont want to shed your tears
I followed you northern star
And I shared the fall with you
Now I felt the cold glow of the sunset
And I saw that liars moon
Some of us will come down to earth
Some of us will burn
Loves not always as bright as it should be
Tell me do you want to be free
Well your love falls down you know
And your heart might fall to pieces
And I saw your soul get lost along the way
All these songs now they used to make you shine
They are just lullabies for your nightmares
And Ill sing them softly now
Lately Ive felt the warmth
Of the one who tore down my walls
But then I look at you
And your twilight consumes it all it does
Now I wished upon your falling star
Praying I wont fall that hard
And that my love is all it seems to be
Because Ill swear it set me free
But emily I gotta tell you I understand I understand
When your love flies away well honesty
Thats about the best you can the best you can do
But arent you empty inside
Arent you
Falling star

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Another Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle had a mind
To whip the Southern traitors,
Because they didn't choose to live
On codfish and potatoes,
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
And to keep his courage up
He took a drink of brandy.

Yankee Doodle said he found
By all the census figures,
That he could starve the rebels out,
If he could steal their niggers.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
And then he took another drink
Of gunpowder and brandy.

Yankee Doodle made a speech;
'Twas very full of feeling;
'I fear,' he says, 'I cannot fight,
But I am good at stealing.'
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Hurrah for Lincoln, he's the boy
To take a drop of brandy.

Yankee Doodle drew his sword,
And practiced all the passes;
Come, boys, we'll take another drink
When we get to Manassas.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
They never reached Manassas plain,
And never got the brandy.

Yankee Doodle soon found out
That Bull Run was no trifle;
For if the North knew how to steal,
The South knew how to rifle.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
'Tis very clear I took too much
Of that infernal brandy.

Yankee Doodle wheeled about,
And scampered off at full run,
And such a race was never seen
As that he made at Bull Run.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
I haven't time to stop right now
To take a drop of brandy.

Yankee Doodle, oh! for shame,
You're always intermeddling;
Let guns alone, they're dangerous things;
You'd better stick to peddling.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
When next I go to Bully Run
I'll throw away the brandy.

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Im A Good Old Rebel

(traditional, arranged by ry cooder)
Oh, Im a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
Im glad I fought against it
I only wish wed won.
And I dont want no pardon
For anything Ive done.
I hates the yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the declaration
Of independence, too;
I hates the glorious union-
tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.
Three hundred thousand yankees
Stiffen in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
I want to reconstruct it
Im better now than then
And for that carpet beggar
I dont give a damn
So Im a forward the frontier
Soon as I can go
I could bear a weapon
And start for mexico

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Im A Southern Man

Tony joe white
Send me a pan of corn bread with some turnip greens on the side
And if you really want to mess with my head give me anything southern fried
Give me some faded blue jeans and a pair of old cowboy boots
And Im gonna tell you where I come from tell you somethin about my roots
Im a southern man, Im a southern man,
Im a southern man, (spoken) Im a southern man
Send me a woman to love me with a lot of meat on her bones
Theres something about a big lady I just cant leave em alone
Id like to take her down to the river go skinny dippin in the night
Aint nothin like being with my lady and makin love in the pale moon light
Cause Im a southern man, a hah ah Im a southern man, Im a southern
Man, southern man, Im a southern man
Give me that soulful music it sure makes me feel so nice
So I can do the alligator and get it on every saturday night
Give me that southern comfort, give me annie greensprings wine
Take me on down to the bayou and Ill sure have a real good time
Im a southern man repeated many times to end

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Confederate Memorial Day

The marching armies of the past
Along our Southern plains,
Are sleeping now in quiet rest
Beneath the Southern rains.

The bugle call is now in vain
To rouse them from their bed;
To arms they'll never march again-
They are sleeping with the dead.

No more will Shiloh's plains be stained
With blood our heroes shed,
Nor Chancellorsville resound again
To our noble warriors' tread.

For them no more shall reveille
Sound at the break of dawn,
But may their sleep peaceful be
Till God's great judgment morn.

We bow our heads in solemn prayer
For those who wore the gray,
And clasp again their unseen hands
On our Memorial Day.

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Southern Comfort

Right next door to the airport,
an hour from baton rouge.
There's a City on the Delta
where they love to sing the blues.
A lady there I'm certain
she can make a man of you. Yeah.
There's a pretty little crucifix
that hangs above her bed.
The bottle she holds sacred
cause it helps her to forget
But Jesus saves and liquor knows
that don't pay the rent.
She knows what you're lookin' for
And she can give to you.
And the mirror is an enemy.
It never tells the truth.
It used to be a good friend
that she never thought she'd lose.
Till it captured all over her innocence
and stole away her youth. Yeah.
All right.
She knows what you're lookin' for
and she can give it to you.
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort.
Oh, you'll be back for more
and with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free.
A little southern comfort's all you need.
Oh its all you need.
And a thousand people have walked your stairs
to knock upon your door
each one brand new cross to bare
each one harder than the one before
and I, bet you wished for something else
I bet you wished for a whole lot more
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort,
Ooh you'll be back for more, and
with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free
a little southern comfort's all you need.

song performed by by Warrant
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Southern Comfort

Right next door to the airport,
an hour from baton rouge.
There's a City on the Delta
where they love to sing the blues.
A lady there I'm certain
she can make a man of you. Yeah.
There's a pretty little crucifix
that hangs above her bed.
The bottle she holds sacred
cause it helps her to forget
But Jesus saves and liquor knows
that don't pay the rent.
She knows what you're lookin' for
And she can give to you.
And the mirror is an enemy.
It never tells the truth.
It used to be a good friend
that she never thought she'd lose.
Till it captured all over her innocence
and stole away her youth. Yeah.
All right.
She knows what you're lookin' for
and she can give it to you.
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort.
Oh, you'll be back for more
and with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free.
A little southern comfort's all you need.
Oh its all you need.
And a thousand people have walked your stairs
to knock upon your door
each one brand new cross to bare
each one harder than the one before
and I, bet you wished for something else
I bet you wished for a whole lot more
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort,
Ooh you'll be back for more, and
with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free
a little southern comfort's all you need.

song performed by by Warrant
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Workin For Mca

(ed king - ronnie vanzant)
Seven years of hard luck, comin down on me
From the florida border, yea up to nashville tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
Along come mr yankee slicker, sayin maybe youre what I want
(chorus)
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin for mca
9000 dollars, thats all we could win
But we smiled at the yankee slicker with a big ol southern grin
Theyre gonna take me out to california gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you wont get a scar
(chorus)
Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
If it aint no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
But Ill sign my contract baby, and I want you people to know
That every penny that I make, Im gonna see where my money goes
(chorus)

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Dixie Lullaby (feat. Bruce Hornsby)

Clint Black & Bruce Hornsby
(Leon Russell - Chris Stainton)
Why don't you gather round me people, got a song to sing
About that sweet magnolia thyme
Black-eyed Susan made some catfish stew
And papa brought some homemade wine.
All you southern children like to rock'n roll
The TV mamas tell you why
They got it on the boat from Africa
It's that Dixie Lullaby.
Well, Blind Willie Time he had a dime shoe shine
Stand down on Beale Street
And Willie would stop and just to say hello
All the shoes he'd meet.
Why are you so happy said the clean white buck
You got no reason to be happy Mr Time
And Willie would stop and just pop his rag
With a Dixie Lullaby.
--- Instrumental ---
So now you know the story of my southern home
With a honeysuckle wine
And if you ever think that you might come yourself
You ought to keep this thought in mind.
All you easy riders better watch you step
And if you're walkin' down below the line
That Louisiana man is gonna get you yet
With his Dixie Lullaby.
He's got a Dixie Lullaby.
He's got a Dixie Lullaby...

song performed by by Clint Black
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Southern Woman

Written by james young, raymond brandle
Lead vocals by james young
First met you in a southern town
On a warm november day
You made me smoke like a whirlwind
I knew we had nothing to say
Love me but dont try and make me stay
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[guitar solo]
Once again in the early spring
I touched your ravens crown
Your wild eyed stories of rare delight
Like to knock me down
Its getting so damn hard to put you down
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[instrumental solos]
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Yeah

song performed by by Styx
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Southern Gul

Hmm...
Yeah, show you right
Come on
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Twing twing dign ding dong
I'm from the South
I'm a Southern Girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world
Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the fingerwave that lasts
All night long
Home of the On & On
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
Everything I eat is fried
Got a Southern drawl
I'm so country, y'all
Well that's way down South
Yeah it's way down low
Check my Southern-fried style
And my Southern flow
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
I like my Tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends
Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is 'bout my flow
My kin folks snet me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy, Rahzel
I sure hope the record sell
(Southern Girl)
Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee (Buzz)
Can't nobody f*** with me
I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ling, dang da dang, tiki tiki
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ding ding da dong
Sounding like a
(Southern Girl)
Twing a ding ding a ding ding ding
(Southern Girl)
Ding a ding ding a dong
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.S
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
Dey ding a ding ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding

song performed by by Erykah Badu
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South Side Of Dixie

You know Im about to lose my mind
I got a woman down below the mason-dixon line
She deals the cards awful good to me
Shes a blackjack dealer on the delta queen
Chorus:
On the south side of dixie
From savannah georgia down to new orleans
On the south side of dixie
Women there they dont treat you mean
On the south side of dixie
A side of the south you aint never seen
Half a tank north of birmingham
Red eye gravy and country ham
Chattanooga woman sure is sweet
Shes a hillbilly singer from tennessee
Repeat chorus
If you go down south, youre gonna have a ball
Youll go half crazy tryin to love em all
You might get lucky, you cant never tell
With them georgia peaches and them southern belles
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Vince Gill
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