i'm a southern boy

with a southern mind

southern lips

southern eyes

i'm a southern man

he who buys

southern hips

with southern lies



down south heat

baked bone lives

downtown crooks

with softer knives

the hippest kids

some Memphis folk

hot fried eggs

bowls and tokes



on down yonder

up o'er dere

cast-iron fingers

rusted hair



it rocks my pocket

and shakes my knee

t'see cat on the corner

and a dog in the street

but that's hard cash

and a filthy life

here in *****

here in strife



twangy me

twangy wimp

simple *******

you're a lil' limp

lame in the legs

fast in mind

lazy *******

you'll get left behind

you're no devil

but you're no saint

quit making silly songs

****, too late