Cotton fields and sweet iced tea
The South is the best part of me
Born in a quonset hut in 1955
On an army base late to arrive
I'm here for whatever it's worth
Chronically abused since my birth
But I still hold onto the hope
I'll live one day instead of cope
With the lack of understanding
And a society too demanding
I somehow forgive and forget
But society hasn't met me yet
I have forgiven
I've gone on with my livin'
But abuse is etched on my soul
And I've never felt quite whole
Cotton fields and sweet iced tea
The South is the best part of me
rksmith
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