Southern Song Singing

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never had a slave
never wore the gray
but I love Reba
drive a pickup truck

ate more collard greens
than Tiger Woods has seen
raised on Memphis soul
and dry navy beans

contradictions backed
by a heavy base beat....
     southern song singing

I dislike MBA's
who never worked for wage
outsourcing and liquiadating
computerizing and jeopardizing
my manhood and your future

though I'm modified for comfort
I will never give up my legacy
defending this bar stool
for it is truly hallowed ground
I can see the band from here...
          southern song singing

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Bill DadaBill Dadaabout 18 years ago
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This is too much fun, I especially loved

'contradictions backed

by a heavy base beat....'

DustystarDustystarover 18 years ago
Karoke Friday night at Sandy's bar

Sandy,

If I've grown, you've grown, too. Is it possible we're getting better with age, darlin'? (Although I think we'd probably be a fine aged malt instead of wine...)

Wonderful work, handsome.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Pull up a stool...

"Modified for comfort"! What a great line!

Love the anthem for the South, Spike, well done!

Fly

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
in your

short brush strokes you always portray such vivid images...love to read your pens....smiling...blue

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Good ole boy.....

...I gotta love this symphony for the south.

Tess

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