The spring's winds here in the south hold the magnolia hint upon the air The warm day's rays conquers the mornings chill And the vapors of the day seem to dance upon the mind. Seems all in Tennessee draws upon its hush The little market stores holds the laid back expression The old men still linger around the corners with the chewing tobacco stains the pavement And all the while the sun beats upon beat the blazon rays of a springs radiance and drops upon the frown of an offer Of sweetened tea and apple pie.