Tác giả : Roger Miller
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Hot afternoon, sometime in june 
Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon 
Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun 
Go get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down 
Maybe i could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms 
 
And they call it the south, it's the land of the free 
It lost the only war it ever fought in history 
But i love the south, it's the land of the free 
It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n joe south 
And that's home to me 
 
She was born in '52, she finished in a mississippi school 
And something about her that turns you on 
She's different, like another world 
And you can tell she's not a new york girl 
And something about her kiss that takes you home 
 
But she was born in the south, memphis, tennessee 
She was rich in looks from a poor memphis family 
But she will stay in the south, it's the land of the free 
It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n joe south 
And that's home to me 
 
California, i love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue 
In la there's always something to do, and you're never alone 
But i like fall,and i like spring, i love snow and i love rain 
And there's something about la i can't call home 
 
I guess i'll stay in the south, it's the land of the free 
It lost the only war it ever fought in history 
But i love the south, it's the land of the free 
It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n joe south 
And that's home to me...