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There was princess down in the southlands
Marble built her castle tall
She's been a naughty little outcast
She couldn't play the noble role

She was

The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland
From the low road of man's inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood
They

too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on.

That big loud whistle, as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
And we're

Virginia I'm coming home to you

Southland, homeland, here I come
Right back where my family started from
This country boy is rooted deep in your past

the state
A tour of the Southland

Transformed its ugly fate
We will call it art when it lands

Megalith on its way
To its slot in LA

Levitation transcends

I was born in the Southland
Twenty-some odd years ago
Ran away for the first time honey
When I was four years old

I'm a freeborn man
My home is

If you will listen a song I will sing
About my daddy who ran a log train
Way down in the southland in old Alabam
We lived in a place that they call

I know gangsters get lonely too
boy, but ill be there for u
i know gangsters get lonley too
boy, but ill there for u (yah, Mister D, Southland)

i

Me I'm just a poor boy, from across the far southland,
And I've traveled many days to reach this place to mke my stand,
I fell in with a merry band,

Big wheels keep on turning,
carry me home to see my kin
singing songs about the southland.
I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Yes.

flyin' too high, for my little old sky 

So I'm movin' on 

That big loud whistle as it blew and blew 

Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you

back to the southland
With holes in my shoes
Tried to find a woman
But all I got was the blues

I never liked the cold
It sucked anyway
So I tell you

cartel making bangers in the southland
No worries, kicking back in the 3 stripes
Pull up wanting smoke? That's a big "yikes"
Sunshine on my face, that's

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south-land
I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin
Well I

Hazel-souled rock and roll with the saguaros in the Southland
Testify to the cracks and the secrets of the wounded hand
Leave it all in the past with

Midnight in the heart of the southland
Red moon is looking down from above
Stands a house in the middle of nowhere
On the corner of broke and unloved

soon you'll will see the southland in spring
You'll be smelling those sweet magnolia trees
You'll stand in the rain beyond your pain
You'll be born again

the ground
And if you fall back
I'm there to catch you now

Down in the southlands
There is a place that
Not many know
Off in the wildgrass
Take your shoes off

the Volvo, pathetic privileged hobo
Revisiting familiar scenes now the well known dolo
Wake up Southland ‘cause the prodigal’s returned
The name’s

be here in your arms when that haunted rhythm plays 
The play it in the southland, where the southern breezes blow 
Way down in the bayou land, where

Well the steering wheel's a little too hot to handle, the mercury's rising like a downright scandal, feels like I'm heading down to the southland

We there's a banjo in the hollow and it's callin' out to me
I hear it in the ether whisperin'
Through the trees
Heading for those southlands
Five

In a forest by the southland
Met a girl who'd been tracking most the day
We enjoyed the same things like fishing 'n hunting which got us on our way

You're an artist, I'm a madman, on a collision course
Thought we'd find a place in the southlands, after we break it to your folks
But to gain trust