Hot afternoon, sometime in june Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun Go get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms
And they call it the South, it's the land of the free It lost the only war it ever fought in history But I love the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me
She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school And something about her that turns you on She's different, like another world And you can tell she's not a New York girl And something about her kiss that takes you home
But she was born in the South, Memphis, Tennessee She was rich in looks from a poor Memphis family But she will stay in the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me
California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue In LA there's always something to do, and you're never alone But I like Fall,and I like Spring, I love snow and I love rain And there's something about LA I can't call home
I guess I'll stay in the South, it's the land of the free It lost the only war it ever fought in history But I love the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
