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Southern Hospitality

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I am walking through a silvery haze
A fog with a whispering wind
Nobody there to call my name
Nobody to listen

I walk atop the mountains high
And search the valley low
But there's no comfort like the South
Where all the winds do blow

The people there all laugh and play
Life isn't all just wasting away
Locals all have stories to tell
And I am here, wishing them well

I miss the fields, I miss the friends
The marti-gras, it never ends
Fortunate for me to go and see
The southern hospitality
Went on a road trip from my hometown in Oregon with a friend down to Alabama, and I wish I had stayed there.
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