The South in your house
Watch your mouth
Should I say mouf
Georgia is full of lies
A Peach state who makes less peaches than a Carolina
Hattiesburg Mississippi is where I saw Afroman when he called it HattiesHerb Missahippie
Got tied on in Boca Raton
Laid on and eventually played on by a mother of two with one on the way with her wig on
Better than being stalked by a tweaker in Nashville
When I went to catch a glimpse of Dolly’s knockers even if they aren’t real.
Parton my French
An 18 year old in 2012 could gaffaw and bask in neon jazz laced Sin on Bourbon Street, from Canal Street past Jefferson Square and all around and about the French Quarter without a soul asking for I.D. or money for that matter
For a bit of liquor
And I’ve nothing to say about Alabama except the litany of billboard and the bodacious shuck in which they walk and say “here” like “hyungh”
The small mountain town of Pineville Kentucky
So small the names of the business we’re just that
Barber Shop
Grocery Store
Bar
Pizza shop with Pesto as a topping
Where everybody I met seemed to be a Rank Stranger.
