Thomas G. Russell (Frontera Music, ASCAP, admin: Bug Music) Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night The Sky above and the mud below They
Yeah, yeah, ya'll already know what it is, pimp T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin' south BGizzzy, let's do it homie Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in
habitat On and on south of Heaven On and on south of Heaven On and on south of Heaven On and on south of Heaven
Lee: O Canada Our home and native land Terrence, Phillip, Lee: True patriot love In all thy sons' command Lee: With glowing hearts we see thee rise Phillip
way from home Oh yes a long way from home When you're all alone War's got a way of making strangers into friends I met three sons of the south and they
of like yours We love the way you talk, "Please help help us in these wars" You stopped saying, "Fab," we stopped saying, "Groovy" Our Scotland is Canada, you saw the South
yours. We love the way you talk, "please help help us in these wars." You stopped staying "fab," we stopped saying "groovy," Our Scotland is Canada; you saw the South
of like yours We love the way you talk, "Please help help us in these wars" You stopped staying "Fab'", we stopped saying, "Groovy" Our Scotland is Canada, you saw the South
that you ever did" Michael, where are you now? Michael, where are you now? Sleeping through the mornings in flannel and hair Getting high in the Southern
and sowing weeds And poverty grows Say No Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons The time for changing has begun Say No Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and west coast wars I'm from the south
in the NBA on the streets slang quarters Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color My sons only 10 and
sexy for her age? And flaunt her thick, ample, supple flesh?publicly? Are you an overweight, undereducated, inarticulate mother with missing teeth? A southern
stay Sister to the sun, like a fire burning bright, watch and wait in wonder as I pain the night Call upon the sons, winds north, south, east and west
for the free? "Goodly news, goodly news, do I bring, youth of Forth, Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man! For the boys march at dawn from the south
Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails When shearing comes
better times And kill the fire in their eyes Golden-haired horsemen And their King Eorl the Young Victory by the Eothed Salvation to the southern lands