Southern Girls


I can see her, summer swingin
Porch sitttin
Watermelon drippin'
Georgia drawl
August air ripe
Smoking lines under Leo
Of New Mexico moon
Peyote bloom hipster Jesus
Scarlet "A"
Mistakes she made

Stars fell on southern skies
Diamond dew bred belles
They say where I'm from
Girls are made of water
And here it's in melons and on trees
I can taste the sticky sweet
ripe peach squirt dried like
sheets stained the day
she became a woman

There was no streetcar
Only desire
Oklahoma skies weren't wide as her eyes
And I only know the ones
who keep leaving Carolina
To be from some other place
She does not land
She is still flying today

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