The South

There's no such thing
As a Native American
Left here in these origins
Alligator alley
Swamp of dead bodies
There's something in the water
There's a church on every corner

In the south
In the south
In the south
In the south

Edison resided in 1886
In seminal Lodge
A home to be apart of his inventions
Always be under renovation

In the south
In the south
In the south
In the south

No air outside
To hit the wind chime
Dead heat breeze In July
The Everglades
A seething sauna
Carl Hiaasen
Our Hunter S. Thompson

In the south
In the south
In the south
In the south



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Nobregas
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