Oh, the chicken is afryin The humidity is risin In the sweet and sunny South where I was born Moss on the magnolia And its grits and not granola In the sweet and sunny South where I was born Where I was born, where I was born Oh, the sweet and sunny South where I was born Ooooh ooooh Well, we love our musicians And our fascist politicians In the sweet and sunny South where I was born Oh that greasy food is endless Oh, yeah! You could slap your momma senseless Do you wanna be doin that, baby? In the poor, defenseless South where I was born But its manners, and decorum And Scalia and Santorum In my old home way up South where I was born Where I was born, where I was born Oh, the sweet and sunny South where I was born Ooooh ooooh But its grits, and not granola And they know it from Shinola In the sweet and sunny South where I was born Oh, I love it, and I hate it No, baby! Every now and then berate it Oh, the sweet and sunny South where I was born Every now and den I diss it Oh, but when I leave, I miss it Thats right, man Oh, the sweet and sunny South where I was born Where I was born, where I was born Ooooh ooooh Oh, the sweet and sunny South where I was born Ooooh ooooh Where they laugh at my bad jokin And the circles still unbroken In the sweet and sunny South where I was born
born, sunny, ooooh, south, sweet