Spanish Moss Lyrics

By Rick Hirsch

Sun is down and the moon is up
And I'm drinking from a sweetened cup
Ain't no dyin', I'm only living
Inside and out you know I want to be giving
Antebellum spanish moss is hanging from the trees
Hurricanes missed us three times in a row
It's alright with me
Hurricanes missed us three times in a row
Now tell me God can't see

Child of God, son of man
All the same you know
He still needs a plan
It ain't magic nor sorcery
He keeps on movin' and in faith he finds the key
The war of the States left some scars on us
But we done some fine surgery
Everything here is peaceful now
We're living in harmony
No complaints from a southern life
Satisfaction guaranteed
I threw a five out on the table
A four and one; a three and two made it stable
I thru a seven, then came eleven
The way I'm winnin', Lord, I must be in heaven
Spendin' these years in the promise land
For a quarter of a century, Spanish moss will blow over my grave in whispering serenity
Spanish moss swinging in the breeze from the limbs of a tall oak tree