Oh, give me a home
Where the white-tails roam,
With an ocean breeze balmy and light,
Where a pine-tree topped hill
Gives my heart a thrill
And the fireflies twinkle so bright.
Where by the Lord’s grace
The shelves all with canning are lined,
Where a dog always lies
And the mockingbird flies,
And the gardens are liberally vined.
Always open to more—
Where friends and family abound,
Where chickens are found
Always scratching the ground,
And love means we never are poor.
Where to lay my head,
And the pillow always fits right,
After day’s work is done,
And low sinks the sun,
Wrapping all in a blanked of night.
Open hearts, homecooked food, bounteous fall!
Where walk hand in hand
Respect for others and land,
And hospitality’s offered to all!
Most definitely the south🌳
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