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Backstory:

This song sprung from an idea in my hook book about the pleasures of living in the south.                                                                                           

Lyrics:

                                                  

The Soul of the South
(Bob Clay, Johnny McDonald, Rick Stanley and Donna Ulisse)

Wind in the tall pines, cry’s high and long
Rain on a tin roof, beats out a sad song
A coal train is whining like it’s gonna give out
It sure can sound lonesome in the soul of the south

Polk salad and berries, bitter and wild
Wheat fields and sweet corn, roll on for miles
Buttermilk biscuits, will melt in your mouth
That’s just a taste of the soul of the south

     Moonlight cuts a good shine
     Magnolias bloom out so fair
     Talkin’ still take its sweet time
     Sundays are quiet like prayer
     There’s something sacred about
     Life in the soul of the south

Big wooden porches, old rocking chairs
Where folks can still drop in and find someone there
With a smile and a warm hug so there’s no room for doubt
A heart’s always welcome in the soul of the south

© Clay/McDonald/Staney/Ulisse