southern way of life

let me tell you a little story. when i was a girl growing up in the south

wild as a march hare

trying to figure things out

back when the black-eyed peas were something you put in your mouth

yeah

you know what i'm talking about. we were told to either fish or cut bait

can't never could and it don't pay to be late

when you're a sight for sore eyes

it's good to see your face

you know what i'm talking about. we like our loving under the stars up in the sky

if one's in the oven

you still get service with a smile

if we had our drothers we'd rather walk a country mile

you catch more bees with honey than with money

it's the southern way of life. living in high cotton is the way it should be

two peas in a pod means you're hanging with me

if you're pointing a finger you're barking up the wrong tree

you know what i'm talking about. we're fixin' to get with it

there's hoe cakes in the kitchen

you can fetch 'em if you want 'em

i reckon it's time for supper

when you're smack dab in the middle of some high falutin quibble

no need to start a ruckus or get all cattywampus.