Southern Son

<br>Born on the hudson, twenty-two years gone<br><br>Bred and raised in the city<br><br>From my daddys knee I learned the union songs<br><br>But grandma sang lullabies of dixie<br><br>And though the northern winter fills my heart with joy<br><br>Oh its a southern sun that shines down<br><br>On this yankee boy<br><br><br><br>Mama dreamed of paris nights<br><br>And boatin on the seine<br><br>She said, were gonna make it there too<br><br>Soon as papa comes home again<br><br>And shed speak to me in broken french<br><br>Dressed like a painting of lautrecs<br><br>In the night shed clutch me to her breast<br><br>And say, well make it outta here yet<br><br>And though parisian women<br><br>Strut so fine down the eiffel mall<br><br>Its a southern one I sing my songs for<br><br><br><br>Well with the local bunch of do-good boys<br><br>And an old man from the west<br><br>We crossed the land in the caravan<br><br>Yes we traveled with the best<br><br>With circus acts and vaudeville hacks<br><br>And the mississippi delta queen<br><br>She told me the news and sold me her blues<br><br>In an alley in new orleans<br><br>And though the western plains are still stained<br><br>With the blood of great cowboys<br><br>Its a southern sun<br><br>That shine down on this yankee boy