The Southern Yankee

 
This Yankee's goin south 
to find a better way, 
To get out of this rat race 
and find some time to play.
 
There's fishin and swimmin 
and playin golf too, 
And all of the things, 
you've wanted to do.
 
There's catfish and hush puppies, 
corn pone and grits, 
And the southern fried chicken 
is the best that you've et.
 
The moon and the stars 
are as close as can be, 
And wherever you see me 
it's barefoot, I'll be.
  
I won't have to shovel 
the snow from my door, 
My boots won't be dripping 
all over the floor
  
The ice on my windshield, 
it ain't gonna be 
From all of these things, 
I'm gonna be free.
 
If you want to come with me, 
then hurry on your way, 
This yankee's goin south, 
goin south to stay!

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