Let me tell you a little story…
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When I was a girl growing up in the South
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Wild as a March hare, trying to figure things out
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Back when the Black-eyed peas were something you put in your mouth
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Yeah, you know what I’m talking about…
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We were told to either fish or cut bait,
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Can’t never could and it don’t pay to be late
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When you’re a sight for sore eyes, it’s good to see your face
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You know what I’m talking about…
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CHORUS:
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WE LIKE OUR LOVING UNDER THE STARS UP IN THE SKY
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IF ONE’S IN THE OVEN, YOU STILL GET SERVICE WITH A SMILE
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IF WE HAD OUR DROTHERS WE’D RATHER WALK A COUNTRY MILE
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YOU CATCH MORE BEES WITH HONEY THAN WITH MONEY
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IT’S THE SOUTHERN WAY OF LIFE (SIMPLE LIFE )……(DO WHAT?)
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Living in high cotton is the way it should be
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Two peas in a pod means you’re hanging with me
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If you’re pointing a finger you’re barking up the wrong tree
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You know what I’m talking about…
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(CHORUS)
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BR:
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We’re fixin’ to get with it, there’s hoe cakes in the kitchen
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You can fetch ‘em if you want ‘em, I reckon it’s time for supper
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When you’re smack dab in the middle of some high falutin quibble
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No need to start a ruckus or get all cattywampus…
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Southern Way of Life
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| Deana Carter |
