Southern Voice

If I died today, Who'd turn off my coffee pot? Would there be a street parade? Would I just be an after-thought? If I died today, Would I still be a waiter? Could I fly around like superman? Would I make the Sunday paper? I wonder who I'd see, Cryin'

There's a place I wanna to go Where I can hear the cotton grow Midnight train whistles blow A dozen miles down the road Adn all I have to do is be still There's a place I need to be Mom and Dad my brother and me First time I ever saw the beach Back t

southern Voice Hank Williams sang it Number 3 drove it Chuck Berry twanged it Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode it Scarlett O chased it Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to App

He sat down, picked up the phone Said Boy, I'm your old man. Touched the glass between the two, As if to shake his hand. The boy, he didn't budge Not even so much as a blink. The man said Oh come on, Better late than never, don't you think? He said I