Southern Son - Bruce Springsteen

    Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years gone
    Bred and raised in the City
    From my daddy's knee I learned the Union songs
    Grandma sang lullabies in Dixie
    And though the Northern winters fills my heart with joy
    It's the Southern sun that shines down
    On this Yankee boy

    Well mama dreams of Paris nights and boatin' on the Seine
    She said, we're gonna make it there too soon as Papa comes home again
    She'd speak to me in broken French dressed like a painting of Lautrec
    At night she'd clutch me to her breast and say, well make it outta here
    And though Parisian ladies strut so fine down the Eiffel morning
    It's a Southern one I sing my songs for

    Well with the local bunch of do-good boys and an old man from the West
    We crossed the land in the caravan we traveled with the best
    W saw circus acts and vaudeville hacks and a Mississippi Delta Queen
    She told me the news and sold me her blues in an alley in New Orleans
    And though the Western plains are still stained
    With the blood of great cowboys
    It's a Southern sun that shines down on this Yankee boy


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