SOUTHERN SON
Born on the Hudson twenty two years gone
Bred and raised in the city
From my daddy's knee I learned the union songs
Grandma sang lullabies in Dixie
And thought the northern winters fill my heart with joy
It's the southern sun that shines down
Oh this Yankee boy
Well mamma dreams of Paris nights and boating on the Seine
She said we're gonna make it there too soon as papa comes home again
She'd speak to me in broken French dressed like a painting of Lautrec
At Night she'd clutch me to her breast and say well make it out of here
And thought the Parisian ladies strut so fine on the Eiffel morning
It's the southern one I sing my songs for
Well with a local bunch of do good boys and an old man from the west
We crossed the land in a caravan we travelled with the best
We saw circus acts and vaudeville hacks and a Missisippi 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
It's the southern sun that shines down on this Yankke boy
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