Sunday, December 04, 2016

In the South, a lyric

a song lyric

verse (introduction)
When the tea is sweet
but not the corn bread,
you’ll know you’re in the South.
When the summer heat
makes you toss in bed,
you’ll know you’re in the South.
A smile when we meet,
the kind word said,
that’s my home in the South.
So plant your feet
where you’re born and bred;
that’s right here in the South.

chorus 1

Hear the bullfrogs boom,
smell the jasmine bloom.
Just kiss her cheek
as the crickets creak
‘neath a big old moon;
want to be there soon.
You can’t be wrong,
you’re where you belong —
yes, you’re in the South!

chorus 2

When the moon shines bright
on a sultry night,
with distant singing
to the banjo’s ringing,
if you spy a ‘possum
where magnolias blossom,
and the Spanish moss
hangs across,
why, yes, you’re in the South!


Do you feel that evening breeze
whispering through the live oak trees?
Do you hear that hound dog bay?
Old Blue knows I’m on my way!

chorus 3

No more I’ll roam,
yes, I’m headed home,
and if all goes well
gonna hold a belle
by the S’wanee River —
I’ve a kiss to give ’er!
I’d rather be there
than anywhere,
right there in the South!

Stephen Brooke ©2016

Intentionally full of cliches, of course. I was after the feel of Twenties and Thirties pop songs, including the structure — verse, chorus, and bridge had somewhat different meanings then than they do in current use. Still somewhat a WIP --- I wonder if I should work up the tune on the banjo.

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