It don't take much to make me happy
'Cause I'm from the south
I just need some good soul food
To cram into my mouth
Or I can sit on the creek bank
With my best fishing pole
Casting my line expertly
Into my secret fishing hole
A moonlit hike into the woods
Will soothe my achin' soul
Them city folks don't understand
It's better than silver or gold
When Sunday rolls around it's time
To get myself dressed up
The laying of hands and speaking in tongues
Will come if the Spirit moves us
There's a glamour to the south
Like a work of art that's living
Even the poorest of the poor
Open their hearts and are giving
So call me a redneck or a hick
It doesn't matter to me
I'm proud to be a southern girl
There's no place I'd rather be
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
It don't take much to make me happy
'Cause I'm from the south
I just need some good soul food
To cram into my mouth
Or I can sit on the creek bank
With my best fishing pole
Casting my line expertly
Into my secret fishing hole
A moonlit hike into the woods
Will soothe my achin' soul
Them city folks don't understand
It's better than silver or gold
When Sunday rolls around it's time
To get myself dressed up
The laying of hands and speaking in tongues
Will come if the Spirit moves us
There's a glamour to the south
Like a work of art that's living
Even the poorest of the poor
Open their hearts and are giving
So call me a redneck or a hick
It doesn't matter to me
I'm proud to be a southern girl
There's no place I'd rather be
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