southern thoughts
if you hear me whistling
on some long lost Dixie road
I’m looking for the place
that my childhood used to know
where the sweet clear water flows
where the tall magnolia grows
where the evening southern dew
nourished a long lost Dixie soul
where all my young friends
ran barefoot in the sun
and in our carefree hearts
there was room for everyone
where once we all sat
on the limbs of the live oak tree
talking just to talk
living to be free
in memory we join hands again
all of my young friends and me
whistling down some Dixie road
living to be free
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