heaven south

beer battered chicken

sweet ice tea

night crawlers

crickets and a zebco 33

old glory waving at you

as you're driving by the court house

and it's just another day in heaven south

a little country angel like you've never seen

took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans

you pick her up on friday

and you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth

and it's just another day in heaven south

drive down main street and everybody's there

subwoofers booming like cannons in a square

sign says no cruising" but nobody cares