A Guide to the South


Sweet Home Alabama is where I'm from,
Life is smooth and sweet like the tea we drink.
Some people may say we are rather dumb,
Y'all is proper so I would like to think.
There must be food to fry and pecan pie,
Always say yes ma'am and yes sir is taught.
Beware of those tornados in the skies,
Bare feet on the pavement is scorching hot.
Rocking chairs on porches is where you stop.
Sunday is a day in God's holy house.
Football gear found in almost every shop,
A Southern belle or gentleman for a spouse.
Many people are friendly from the start,
And always someone who will "bless your heart!"

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