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I'm a true
Southern Girl, born and raised in the southern
United States. I grew up southern country. South
to me growing up was going barefoot outdoors,
fishing off creek banks with a cane pole, and swimming in muddy
rivers. Playing in cow pastures, and playing
music on the front porches all night long. It
was eating fried catfish and frog legs, and
southern fried chicken. Don't
forget rabbit and deer, and having crawfish
boils. And biscuits and chocolate gravy
for breakfast. It was also having watermelon at
every family gathering. It was picking blueberries and
plums for homemade jams and jellies and plenty
of gardening for canning fresh vegetables,
tomatoes, soup and pickles. It was fried green
tomatoes, okra and fresh purple hull peas,
topped off with a big pan of hot cornbread! It
was riding in the back of pick up trucks with a
slew of other children down gravel roads to
Grandma's house. In the south, there is always a
festival, whether it be a tomato, watermelon,
daffodil, deer, or magnolia, there is always a
festival going in town. And then there are our
cotton fields. If you live in the south, you
either live by one, worked in one, or at least
have walked through one.
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I'm The South
I'm the Little Rock of Arkansas
The Smokey Mountains and a cross-cut saw
Louisiana cooking and a watermelon vine
I'm a tall Georgia Pine And Georgia's on my mind
I'm the Tennessee Waltz and all night sings
The Florida sun and Silver Springs
I'm Huck and Tom and the old folks at home
I'm Clingman's Dome
Why, I'm the stars that fell on Alabam
I'm coffee in the morning And an old smoked ham
I'm a Carolina moon, a dusty delta dawn Magnolias in Bloom
I'm a thoroughbred grazing on Kentucky bluegrass
I'm coon hounds, bird dogs and tea of sassafras
I'm the Mississippi River as it rounds the bend
I'm Gone With The Wind
Y'all come back again
I'm hanging moss on a live oak tree
Southern fried chicken and a cypress knee
Why, I'm the birth of the blues in New Orleans The land of dreams
And I'm a trout a' jumpin' in a cool clear stream
I'm an antebellum home on the Natchez Trace
A rusty plow on the old home place
Azaleas a' blooming in
beautiful Mobile
I'm the Virgina Reel
Derby Day in Louisville
That Southern hospitality in Charleston and in Raleigh
A Georgia peach, a cotton patch, Miami Beach
I'm Dan'el Boon and Robert E. Lee
The Seminole, Choctaw and the Cherokee
Well, I'm everything good you've ever dreamed about
Hush your mouth.
I Am The South
Copyright ©
Written by Paul Ott

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Southern Girls
Southern girls know bad manners when they see
them: Drinking straight out of a can. Not
sending thank you notes. Velvet after February.
White shoes before Easter or after Labor Day.
Southern girls appreciate their natural assets:
Dewy skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable, Southern drawl.
Southern girls know their manners:
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
Southern girls have a distinct way with fond
expressions:
"Y'all come back! now ya heaah,"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your mother?"
"Love your hair."
"Well, shut my mouth."
Southern girls don't sweat....they glisten.
Southern girls know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Southern girls know their three R's!:
Rich
Richer
Richest
Southern girls know their vacation spots:
The Beach
The Beach
The Beach
Southern girls know the joys of June, July, and
August:
Swimmin
Summer tans
Wide brimmed hats
Mint juleps
Just Lollygaggin around
Southern girls know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Sugah
Southern girls know the movies that speak to
their hearts:
"Gone With the Wind"
"Fried Green Tomatoes"
"Driving Miss Daisy"
"Steel Magnolias"
Southern girls know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy, thicknin white gravy, or (wiennie
gravy for the die-hards.) GRITS-GRITS-GRITS,
Mouth-watering homemade buttered biscuits with
Cantaloupe, Honey Dew Melons, and streak 'o'
lean.
Southern girls know their cities dripping with
Southern charm:
Hotlanta or Adlanna =(Atlanta as outsiders say)
Nash'vule
Richmon
Charleston
S'vannah
Birminham
Nawlins'
OH! That other city in Alabama? It's pronounced
MUNTGUMRY!
Southern girls know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos.
Rhett Butler, of course.
Y'all know Southern girls are quick on the
drawl.
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Beauty Salon
The Ranch with the longest stretch of river
bottom
Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
Bad hair
Bad manners
Bad blind dates
Southern girls know men may come and go, but
girlfriends are fo'evah!
G.R.I.T.S. = Girls Raised in The South!
Now you run along, Sugah, and share this to
someone else Raised In The South, i.e., Southern
Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be GRITS.
Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts".
P.S. I personally know some Northern Wimmin
who'd make "MIGHTY FINE" Southern Belles if they
weren't so deeply rooted by their northern
circumstances, " BLESS THEIR HEARTS".

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