When I was a kid Uncle Remus put me to bed/
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head/
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man/
He talked about honor and things I should know/
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door/
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I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees/
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me/
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be/
So what do you do with good ole boys like me/
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does/
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was/
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen/
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company/
By the light of the radio by my bed/
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head/
When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street/
And I watched him burn up with bourbon and speed/
But I was smarter than most and I could choose/
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news/
When I was eighteen Lord, I hit the road/
But it doesn't really matter how far I go/
