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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.


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  


 

 

                                    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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