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Born on the hudson, twenty-two years gone Bred and raised in the city From my daddys knee I learned the union songs But grandma sang lullabies of dixie And though the northern winter fills my heart with joy Oh it's a southern sun that shines down On this yankee boy Mama dreamed of paris nights And boatin on the seine She said, were gonna make it there too Soon as papa comes home again |
And she'd speak to me in broken french Dressed like a painting of lautrecs In the night she'd clutch me to her breast And say, well make it outta here yet And though parisian women Strut so fine down the eiffel mall Its a southern one I sing my songs for Well with the local bunch of do-good boys And an old man from the west We crossed the land in the caravan |
Yes we traveled with the best With circus acts and vaudeville hacks And the mississippi delta queen She told me the news and sold me her blues In an alley in new orleans And though the western plains are still stained With the blood of great cowboys Its a southern sun That shine down on this yankee boy |
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