Walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song I wanna tell a little story 'bout the place where I was born If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's" Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call Let me first off say that I don't know just what you heard But I read a little 'bout it and I don't believe a word So let's stroll to the kitchen where we'll start this meal from scratch I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch Corn bread, stock cars minor league baseball too Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you Alabama football, man, you gotta try it Did I tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant We got candied yams, sunsets in the fall We got a minstrel preacher showman He's a preachin' up a ball We got state fairs, go-karts, crashing round in b**per cars We got drunks getting drunker while the sober get thrown out of the bar Front porch swing where you know you know who you are Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the stains in the back of the car We gave you blues and jazz and country and western too We oughta ask for 'em back after what you put 'em through We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields and streams Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but it's certainly part of my dreams So you just walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song I wanna tell you a story 'bout the place where I was born If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's" Won't you bear with me honey as I think I'm feeling the call
© Sid Griffin and Greg Sowders
© Sid Griffin and Greg Sowders