Story Behind The Song

Fiction based on reality.

Song Description

Personal diatribe of being trapped in the North and longing for a nice, honest Southern Belle. Predicated by the notion that Southern Belle's are more warm, genuine & hospitable and much less selfish, materialistic and pretentious than their Northen count

Lyrics

Southern Belle you treat me fine
Just like I knew you would
You let me cross your Mason-Dixon Line
Like no Northern boy should

Southern hospitality
It's too good to be
Leave the cold weather and cold, cold girls
Belle, I say and how
I'd be there by now
If I could just make you my world

CHORUS
Big Head
So well read
Highbrow
Y'all come back now

Make no mistake, I'm headin' down south
This Yankee boy ain't just runnin' his mouth
Gotta get myself outta of this winter hell
And back into the warm arms of my Southern Belle

My pretty little Dixie
Girl did you miss me?
I just can't let it go
Y'all comin' back
And I'm back on track
Y'all were just too slow
'Cause I done run around
This whole damned town
Took all my energy
Civil War enemy
Your girl got the best of me
That's why I?m headin' back down

CHORUS
Big Head
So well read
Highbrow
Y'all come back now

That's why I'm fixin' to head on down south
So y'all know what the North's all about
Riches to rags
Confederate flags
Pick-up truck with a shotgun rack

Bubba don't hurt
I'm just about to leave
I'm gonna head on back
You can keep my truck
And my bad luck
And keep your Dixieland
'Cause I found out if you ain't from the South
There ain't no hospitality
That's why without a doubt
That I'm gettin' out
And takin' Southern Belle with me

CHORUS
Hee Haw
Last Straw
Bye now
Ain't comin' back

Make no mistake, I'm headin' back North
Because the South was just too much a bore
And Southern Belle gonna stay there with me
And give 'er some of Northern hospitality

Ahhh, ahh-ahh
Ahhh, ahhh.