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I can picture in my mind the rolling hills of Caroline
But I have never been, don't plan to be
I can hear all the bells ringing in the steeple
And I hear them ringing for me
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
Well man I feel alive driving down 95
I have never been, don't plan to be
I'm taking a turn down that Shenandoah Valley
And I taste that valley's breeze
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
Hit the ground running
Wound up on my feet
No more surrender
No more my defeat
I'm standing on the shore seeing dunes for evermore
I have never been, don't plan to be
I'm a-sittin' on a porch somewhere outside Savannah
And I taste that peach, it's sweet
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
Yankee you can call me
But I feel I'm a southern son
But I feel I'm a southern son