The South Remains the Same
Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 9:16 am
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