UNDER THE KUDZU
Writer: Dennis Linde

 

WELL I LIVE ALL ALONE IN CHICKASAW COUNTY
OUT ON 109
WHERE THE RUN DOWN BARNS AND RUSTY TRACTORS
ARE COVERED IN KUDZU VINE

NOW FOR EIGHTY-FIVE YEARS MY PEOPLE RAISED COTTON
TILL GRANDADDY LOST HIS LAND
NOW WE’RE SCATTERED ALL OVER THIS END OF THE STATE
GETTING BY ANY WAY THAT WE CAN, BUT

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UNDER THE KUDZU THE MIGHTY SOUTH LIES SLEEPING
DREAMING OF GLORY THAT SLOWLY SLIPPED AWAY
AND ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS BOYS I CAN ALMOST HEAR HER WEEPING
OUT THERE UNDER THE KUDZU

IF YOU FOLLOW THAT HOT TAR ROAD DOWN TO JACKSON
YOU’LL PASS THROUGH PLANTERSVILLE
THAT’S WHERE I WORKED TO SPEND MY MONEY
UNTIL THEY CLOSED DOWN THE MILL

I GOT REAL BAD TO DRINK, SO MY SWEET SAMANTHA
PACKED UP HER THINGS AND MOVED
I HEAR SHE’S A QUALIFIED BEAUTICIAN
WORKING DOWN IN BATON ROUGE

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BRIDGE
GUESS I’LL WALK ON OVER TO THE PIT-STOP MARKET
AND BUY ME A COKE TO DRINK
I’LL LAY ON THE HOOD OF THIS OLD CAMERO
AND WAIT FOR THE SUN TO SINK

SOLO

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