Will ever a day go by-that some polite Southerner doesn't look a Northerner in the eye; Blessing us all, repeating y'all and still fully hoping that someday the North will fall?
Now I ask ya what makes ya think I ain't from around here? Is it because I drink pop instead of sweet tea or beer?
Maybe it's because I say Hello instead of Hey and many other big words that they often tell me I say.
I use to be a Yankee now I'm a Damn Yankee because I refused to go home. To make it worse I gave birth to a Southerner disguised as a Northern clone.
When you tell me I'm a mess, I check my appearance and still look my best.
Where I come from we race on dirt instead of asphalt. Now I ask ya, is that really my fault?
If I'm asked to mash something I look for potatoes, what are you really asking me to do??? God only knows.
Oh the beauty of Southern pines, peaches and pecans; the sturdy rebel in me shall forever live on.
In closing I say no matter how long I be, my legacy to you is, YANK ME!
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