Lyrics:
bein' broken
Well she ain't my conductor and she ain't my engineer
Put me on the next thing leavin'
The northern or the southern hemisphere
Put me
Ain't about my pistol
Ain't about my boots
Ain't about no northern drives
Ain't about my southern roots
Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my
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
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
[In Piazza Aurelio Saffi]
Narrator:
This is Piazza Aurelio Saffi, at the heart of Forlì, a small city in the northern Italian region
warm waters and diverse marine life, including the colorful coral reefs of the Maldives and the Great Barrier Reef.
The Southern Ocean is the fourth
In the Northern Ocean there is a fish, the name of which is Kun—I do not know how many li in size.
It changes into a bird with the name of Peng,
And business by air and sea
As long as we don't forget to
Keep this country our own
From our great golden beaches
To the far northern reaches
Keep this country
Above the northern plain
The great birds fly
With great wings
Over the paddy fields
And the people kneel
And the men they toil
Yet not for their
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
As a boy I spent some time
In the breezy mountains of Caroline
But a northern child is a northern child
And he's always north bound after a while
She came from the great white northern lights
And I had every urge to, satisfy her ways that night
She moves, she twists, she turns, no choice it
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
of peaceful dreams
The great Northern light
In unbridled delight
Dances the dance of kings.
You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
On the trail
stands proud and strong
We might fail, but we are never wrong
In 1919 we got our independence
We will get a great ascendence
Oh, thou northern irish lands
put you on.
My summer place is some Great Dane,
In Barcelona, northern Spain.
And though it rains in July,
I keep dry way up high
Cause the rain
Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
To Australia we sailed like a southern right whale
The frist steps we took 800 years before Cook
Sailing on with an endless thirst
Not a corner
That old Turpentine Trail
Runs along the southern ridge
Passing by the piney wood
And swings down to Owl Creek Bridge
Where stood a man
Whose
Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down
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