A fun story about a trip down south
acoustic
country
Story behind the song
Based on a trip to Alabama and a conversation with a guy in Tennessee along the way
Lyrics
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I was driving on the interstate
65, making good time
Through the Bluegrass State
Heading on down South to Alabam
When I had to take me a dinner break
Well, a big ole man shook me by the hand
And said "Son, where do you come from?"
I said, "not that it matters
But I'm from Cincinnati"
And this is what he said, my friend...
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Long haired hippies
Come from Mississippi
Yankees come from Maine
People from the Midwest
Think they're the best
But I just think they're a pain
You can travel this land
From coast to coast
And see what you can see
But as for me
I'd rather be in Tennessee
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I finished my journey
In no big hurry
And turned to head north again
Birmingham, Gadsden
Had to see the mountains
And all my hillbilly friends.
Well wouldn't you know
That a man named Joe
Or maybe it was Bubba or Ned
Noticed my plates were from outta state
And this is what he said...
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VERSE
In no time flat
I found myself looking at
A group, it must have been thirty
Each one bigger and stronger and taller
With a bald guy they called Curly.
Curly said, "friend, I don't know where you've been
But I know where you is"
I said, "Curly, I’ve seen this great big country
And I can promise you this"...
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