on my front porch swing
my boots tappin’ to the sounds
Gentle breezes blowin’
Spanish moss flowin’
my huntin’ dog lazin’ around
Southern fried chicken
its finger lickin’
the smell of supper in the air
Cornbread and black-eyed peas
collard greens and iced tea
a cowboy’s needs is almost there
Homemade peach cobbler and apple pie
makes ya mouth water, ya gonna sigh
a kiss from my gal makes me swoon
Fiery skies in the sunset
skeeters aren’t bitin’ yet
a lovely southern afternoon
Y’all please come on over
there’s plenty food for ya
southern hospitality is here
Just another southern day
we’re watchin’ our youngins play
kickin’ back with no worries or fears
At night, we go back outside
just my sweet gal by my side
a southern man’s favorite dream
Running fingers through her hair
I kiss her; stars are everywhere
its southern love under moonbeams
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Ya’ll come on back now, ya hear
Gold trophy winner
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I am so weird like that~
