Southern

Hope man coming our way

On a ribbon braid of endless time

Lead me hanging overdrawn

While the covenant you hum quarters yard

And you love the southern states

And with them make someone else's time

Keep me hanging together now

Your weathered waves are coming at my rod

Coming around, coming around

Coming around and lean right

Holding this crude law

Send for something to resurge

The parts that you have hurt and run dry

Soon will be the light of morning birth

The title of the one I'm holding

And you love the southern belles

With them raising hell up till the dawn

Keep my hands together now

Your weathered waves are coming at my rod

Coming around, coming around

Coming around, lean right

Keeping this crude law

In harmony

A part of me

Blinded army

Isn't that telling?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

And you love the southern states

And with them make someone else's life

Keep my hands together now

Your weathered waves are coming at my rod

Come on down, come on down

Come on down, you mean right don't you?

But it's a crude law