When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed

With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head

Then daddy came in to kiss his little man

With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand

He talked about honor and things I should know

Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door



CHORUS:

I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees

And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me

Hank and Tennessee

I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be

So what do you do with good ole boys like me



Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does

But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was

The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen

John R. and the Wolfman kept me company

By the light of the radio by my bed

With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head







When I was in school I ran with kid down the street

But I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed

But I was smarter than most and I could choose

Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news

When I was eighteen, Lord, I hit the road

But it really doesn't matter how far I go