southern boys (remastered)

Southern boys are warm and lovely

They speak gently of their homes
and show you pictures of the folks

Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton

Whether they're wooing or whispering the latest racist joke

I get knocked right off my feet

When I hear that Southern drawl

And I don't mind the pain

Cause the feeling's worth the fall

Buttered grits is fare for breakfast

And if you like and your aim is good, maybe a squirrel

Then around nine, we pop that moonshine

And it's on out to the porch for a moonlight
swing with me your Northern girl

I get knocked right off my feet

When I hear that Southern drawl

And I don't mind the pain

Cause the feeling's worth the fall

Were you born? Where do you come from?

Is your tropic in Cancer and is your sun sign divine?

Ah let it out, please don't hide it

All that good ol' stuff down below that Mason-Dixon Line

I get knocked right off my feet

When I hear that Southern drawl

And I don't mind the pain

Cause the feeling's worth the fall

And don't extend your hand

Cause I couldn't move at all