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Bama

Bama is in the heart of Dixieland
Going there does not take a plan
Wear sunshades for the best laid holes
Visit a place that is full of cajole
She will offer you plenty of her perks
And Spring for the problematic jerks
Then help those limber lookouts
Easily find their luck

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

Take that ride to an alligator hide
Use your verbiage without a chide
Fasten those seatbelts go get on a whirl
Let a golfing hole be your only girl
No need for cash back guarantees
Bet on her good-natured fishing sprees
Then see the perfect placements
Easily get those gees

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

In her laid-back colorful country towns
Join an old gal’s nosy clown around
By flying down thru her main byways
Choose a place that will make you stay
Gather around
Get performance bound
Make a season pass
Visit her landmarks for a countrified blast

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song ©

Gin

Mississippi state bird

Tales of the Battle at Shiloh
In eighteen sixty-two
Will always be handed down
By folks who want the truth

Hiram buried family gold
No one knew of its place
He rode to fight the Yankees
To save their southern space

A fierce battle, nobody knows
About his bloody day
Just, Hi Neighbors lost his life
Put down in a mass grave

Now times do swiftly pass on
And few question the fact
The story of a pot of gold
Lost on that family’s tract

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