The South Has Spoiled Me


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Three down, five more to go.

It ain't like they don't know, I want 'em to get their things and go.

I'm sick of all these people that can't speak to me, unless they've found something to drink.

Cold cup of coffee is on the windowpane, where it's been since you left yesterday.

Next thing I knew I was under you, with your worn out shoes next to my boots.