Southern Yokel

I was born in the city raised far from the crowd Till my worst fears college years, banished too proud A bigger better deal forward head start to life Seemed great to the father wish I'd had his foresight Growing up in the south, of the state of the South Was never ever denied sweet fruits of the mouth Brown acres of scrub, to run around like a clown a tyre swing well hung To watch the sun go down I'm a south breed of southern folklore Reared from the stock of strap of the old school My roots stretch deep to the coastal corner Gave my heart to the girls who would leave me all forlorn I played the dice so straight until my eighteenth year Suffered jeer so back to school to repeat the twelfth year Going back after college no rural escape The divorce split the log, sealed the old man's fate Too much, going on deep pond dropped out Then i'd moved out of home as a shameful lout See I'm a south breed of southern folklore Reared from the stock of the strap of the old school Now reflecting back on the treasures of the scrub Riding bikes roamin' round and the girls and the love I had it made despite innocent fragility, sittin' upfront in the old man's utility I don't have a son but if I did give him no less Miles of paddocks all the room to make a mess The amazing dusk, the morning rise, my heart lies in the ashes and the deep blue skies Memories from the bus to the teachers related To the warmth of the locals even when inebriated See a simple life sometimes, most precious Not a care on the land where the air smells the freshest I'm a south breed of southern folklore Reared from the stock of the strap of the old school