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South of South

Got a little place 

Where we all hang out

You'll stay here forever 

Rent's not a lot

 

It's around approximately

Thereabouts 

Not on a map, 

It's South of South

 

Your money's no good, sir

Take those quarters off your eyes 

These ladies won't consider 

Spenders your size

 

Stick out your tongue 

Let the wine flow out 

Bottles open backwards,

South of South

 

I would have gotten here 

A long time ago

Scratching hours off 

the killing floor

 

After all I've seen 

it's hard to let go

When you start to fall 

How far do you go

 

Come to my place 

Show's gonna start 

Angels playing Hendrix 

On electric harp 

 

Big man makes an entrance 

Through a trap door mouth 

See what you've always known,

South of south

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Comments

<Deleted User> (18980)

Sun 22nd Jul 2018 15:58

Back of beyond, rednecks?

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Martin Elder

Sun 22nd Jul 2018 14:26

Superb Robert. This has the feel of a song for me. Love it

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