I'll get your text about 3 am
When I cross back over the border again
Bye-bye Canada
Hello USA
Those lefties sure
Make a lot of sense
And sometimes it's nice
To feel good in my skin
But I'd trade it all
For some Southern hospitality
I know that you don't like me
But it
Sure feels good
Anyway
I know that you don't like me
But it
Sure feels good
Anyway

I'm gonna tell them boys
Don't be a drag
Ain't ya tired of fightin'
'Bout the damned ol' flag?
Well it ain't Southern pride, it's just Southern hate
I know from your mamas that you're better than that, every time I call, well you have my back
Some time for Muddy Buddies and a tall glass of sweet tea
I know that you don't like me
But it sure feels good anyway
I've got gravel from the road in the bottom of my boot
The kiss that you left still burning thru
I can't rest 'til get back home to you
When I left the last words that were out of your mouth, were
How can you live in the backwards south – Devil in the roots and Jesus on the wine?
Cause it feels fine
I was born in the grist of a rebel yall, swaddled in the song of the whip-poor-will
They haunt me and they hold me just the same
But it's an ounce of comfort, for a pound of grief
I just wanna sit on the porch with you and hear the tall pines creak
Still sweating in September when that sun goes down
I know that you don't like me
But it sure feels good anyway
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