The South Remains the Same

[couchgrouch]

The South Remains the SameI'd been trucking up north, for two years or morewhen they sent me south for awhileI could hardly wait, I kicked the interstateswith a lead boot every milecos there's a bar across the Texas linethat serves chiquitas and cherry wineI knew they'd be there after all that timecos the south remains the sameit ain't never gonna changesaddles, sawdust n fiddlestwo-pound beefsteak on the griddlewhiskey bottles, Bugler and Zig-Zagsrowdy music and rebel flagsthe south remains the sameI rode from the plains, to the Blue Ridge rangeand the mists of Roanokethough there's so much to see, what means the most to meis the sight of common folk farmers in the hot Delta fieldsold timers sipping the fruit of their stillswhen I drive through they always welcome my wheelscos the south remains the sameit ain't never gonna changefam'lies, porches and fiddles,heart-shaped hotcakes on the griddlesteaming coffee, Bugler and Zig-Zagscountry music and rebel flagsthe south remains the sameif there's one thing that does old Dixie proudcome Sunday I can pull off in any townand find packed churches preaching the cross and crowncos the south remains the sameit ain't never gonna changeSunday picnics with fiddleschicken-fried steaks on the griddlefishing stories, Bugler and Zig-ZagsGospel music and rebel flagsthe south remains the same(c)2004 Robert George

[SpecialGuestVillain]

The South Remains the Same

I'd been trucking up north, for two years or more
when they sent me south for awhile
I could hardly wait, I kicked the interstates
with a lead boot every mile

cos there's a bar across the Texas line
that serves chiquitas and cherry wine
I knew they'd be there after all that time

cos the south remains the same
it ain't never gonna change
saddles, sawdust n fiddles
two-pound beefsteak on the griddle
whiskey bottles, Bugler and Zig-Zags
rowdy music and rebel flags
the south remains the same

I rode from the plains, to the Blue Ridge range
and the mists of Roanoke
though there's so much to see, what means the most to me
is the sight of common folk

farmers in the hot Delta fields
old timers sipping the fruit of their stills
when I drive through they always welcome my wheels

cos the south remains the same
it ain't never gonna change
fam'lies, porches and fiddles,heart-shaped hotcakes on the griddle
steaming coffee, Bugler and Zig-Zags
country music and rebel flags
the south remains the same

if there's one thing that does old Dixie proud
come Sunday I can pull off in any town
and find packed churches
preaching the cross and crown

cos the south remains the same
it ain't never gonna change
Sunday picnics with fiddles
chicken-fried steaks on the griddle
fishing stories, Bugler and Zig-Zags
Gospel music and rebel flags
the south remains the same

(c)2004 Robert George