Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2016-03-31 23:16:00 |
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CB
Her (his) words were slightly slurred together. Her tone deeper than it normally was.
You know what's not fair. Guys with boobs bigger than I've got as a woman can run around without a shirt, and no one looks twice. But if a woman did it it'd be called indecent.
Anywaaay. The word was drawled and slurred at the sametime.
I have a song for my fellow southerners. And anyone that likes Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Steady fingers strum along the electric guitar.
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister young sing about her
Well, I heard ole neil put her down
Well, I hope neil young will remember
A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come alabama
Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when Im feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Sweet home alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governors true
Sweet home alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you