Southern Boys (1971 Version, NYC)

歌詞

Southern boys are warm and lovely They speak gently of their homes and show you pictures of the folks Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton Whether they're wooing or whispering the latest racist joke I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that Southern drawl And I don't mind the pain 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall Buttered grits is fare for breakfast And if you like and your aim is good, maybe a squirrel Then around nine, we pop that moonshine And it's on out to the porch for a moonlight swing with me your Northern girl I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that Southern drawl And I don't mind the pain 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall Were you born? Where do you come from? Is your tropic in Cancer and is your sun sign divine? Ah let it out, please don't hide it All that good ol' stuff down below that Mason-Dixon Line I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that Southern drawl And I don't mind the pain 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall And don't extend your hand 'Cause I couldn't move at all