Mountains rise high
As I enter Alabama
Home cooked meals from my mama await me
Moved north after graduation
But the south never escaped me
Days spent on the family farm
Homemade ice cream in the summer
Coon hunting
Turkey hunting
Rabbits and deer to
Shot me a squirrel as well
Jumping into the river from a rope swing
Picnics with family and friends
Never thought those days would end
Southern hospitality the only way I know
I'll treat you like family
Rather we're related or not
That's how I grew up
You treat people right
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