Stephen Kellogg & The Sixers Sothern State Of Mind
Dead dogs on the highway all the way to New Orleans
Everything looks different now and nothing's as it seems
And the thought occurs to me, as Mad Hatter takes the
wheel
That for all the words that we exchange, we still don't
know how to feel
Until I cross Montgomery
And I lose my sense of time
Just for a second, I forget it all
I make my way across the next state line
I'm in a southern state of mind
Wondering if anyone notices how much I care to see
Another street car night as the evening sun goes down on
me
My southern bell is chomping on a Georgia peach
And all my wildest, high strung dreams appear within my
reach
When my love goes North
And my heart goes South
When I can hear the words
But I can't get them from my mouth
I'm in a southern state...
