The South

Sweet hay

Clean rain

Fresh cut grass

And Fireflies dancing in the night

Sounds like summer in the South

Sweet tea

Potato salad

And gold fried chicken

Sounds like a meal in the South

Cowboy hats

Cowboy boots

And leather chaps

Sounds like a boy from the South

An old guitar

A country boy

And a deep sweet accent

Sounds like music from the South

The South is my home

I miss my Tennessee Home

The South is where I was

Born and Raised

The South is where I belong

I belong on a farm

With the animals

And the good country boys bringin’ the cattle ‘round

There ain’t nothing like a

Sweet Southern Summer

At my

 Sweet Southern Home

After a hearty

Sweet Southern Meal

Which is nothing without

Sweet Tea from the South

Straight from a Mason jar from the Deep South

On a

Sweet Southern Night

With my own

Sweet Southern Country Boy

Ain’t nothing compares to that

The South is where I belong.

 

 

Reviews

[krish]

It's a nice song i think. Beautifully penn'd.

[The 13th Eros]

With every line my smile just got wider.. the sweetness and soft beauty of the South... the delicious summers here. Shine on, sweet Southern angel.. shine on. xoxo