Now momma Jones ,she got the blues,
Cause Bubba ain`t paid his union dues.
Welfare lines and worn out shoes,
That`s what I like about the South...Squalid kids with dirty feet,
Junkie cars on narrow streets.
Most don`t have enough to eat.
That`s what I like about the South...Tubby hips and tattered jeans,
Skeeters stick`in to the screens.
Sirens streak through New Orleans.
That`s what I like about the South...Summer`s hot and winter`s cold,
One good thing bout grow`in old,
Is one year less of this to go.
That`s what I like about the South...It does`nt help which turn I take,
Or how soon that I start to brake.
The sherrifs got a quota to make.
That`s what I like about the South...Grits,ham hocks,and turnip greens,
Cheapest meats and cheapest beans.
Dogs won`t eat most of these things.
That`s what I like about the South...Robberies,rapes,and barroom brawls,
Lowlife writing on the walls,
Hold me up and take it all.
That`s what I like about the South...Rednecks pick`in up on chicks,
T.V. man stuck with the hicks,
Only a miricle this land could fix.
That`s what I like about the South...Look`in big but think`in small,
Sticky seats in restroom stalls.
Hoodlums loitering in halls,
That`s what I like about the South...The pace of life is way too slow,
Most don`t care or want to know.
Point out North and there I`ll go.
That`s what I like about the South...