Lyrics:
Dixie, it won't do, it won't do
When the leaves turn in New England
I love the chill that's in the air
I've walked the New York City sidewalks
Had a big
Deliver up your subtle surprise
Woah New England
Don't you go and pass me by
No southern belles, no western skies
Can get you off my mind
Your brisk ocean
From England's New Jerusalem
To the Dreamtime land the tall ships came
With human cattle in convict chains to bind them
In the grim fight just to stay
Listening to southern rock
In South East England in 1971
Dreaming about Memphis Tennessee
And the California sun
San Francisco New York City
In the autumn of New England
With the sea electric blue
And the Arizona desert
When a storm rolls into view
In the Southern spring time meadows
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.
When you've had enough of L.A., and you still want to play
New England's oh so pretty and I'm needing a break, yeah.
Driving on a southern track
Well the winter wind has blown me far from home
I'm New England bound and feeling all alone
I'm back on the road again
And I'm missing all my friends
Hey…….Darlin…...I've been away too long
From New England to the coast…..this show must go on
Hey….Darlin...I miss you on these lonely nights
But it
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
southern belle, what the hell, might as well call it a day : i'm not a stranger to them shoes that you've been walkin in : new england born, ran away
Complicated by time, separated by oh so, oh so many miles
It's been a while, oh it's been a while
She loved New England in the summertime
When the weather
Minnesota
Ended up in Tennessee
Tried New England
Thought Southern California was the dream
Wondered if I'd feel more at home
In some dive or fancy music
(pff-pff-pff-pff) oh no, on some Allen Temple
On some England manor, I'm so Mysty' Valley
And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali
And my bad bitch from
From Bonnie ol' England she sailed 'cross the ocean
A small boy in tow to shores still unknown
There she saw new faces they spoke the same language
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparxxx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch,
Churches burned in Canada, street preachers arrested for spreading hate speech in England
And people attacked for holding worship services at a park
The summer heat was fading out
A cool day in New England
I stopped to grab a bite to eat, kill time, and start drinking
I saw her walking in from way
England, why's that southern accent coming out your mouth
Well you don't have to be Abe Lincoln to know what happened at Gettysburg
No you don't have to be
way north and eastwards, affecting many here.
From Wednesday, yet more rain will push in towards southern parts of England and Wales; however, there
a problem from New England to the shores in Guatemala
Got the juice
(I GOT THE JUICE)
U ain't met a nigga like me, scarlet be the flag n I'm bangin OG
(I GOT
And the southern breeze has a gentle flow
New England seems far but it's just around the par
Serving each soul with its gentle glow
Oh Fresh Start, in your shop I
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