Lyrics

I Belong To The South

Written by: Martina Cline

I Belong To The South
By Martina Cline

Verse 1: I was born in the North big Rapid City way,
I climbed up those Black Hills,
Heard about the Gold Rush Days,
My Momma was a Southern Girl,
Raised by gentle folks,
They taught her love & respect,
And to think before they spoke.

Chorus 1: I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
Past the Mason Dixon Line,
Where the alligators crawl on the riverbanks,
And bask in the warm sunshine,
Yeah, I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
Where the Spanish Moss fills the trees,
And the toad frogs hollar,
Sitting in the swamp water,
Croaking out a melody.

Verse 2: In the North Carolina Mountains,
She learned to work hard living on a farm,
A young girl picking cotton,
Their work was never done,
God was first place in this family?s heart,
Even with many mouths to feed,
They worked, and sang, and prayed,
And He met all their needs.

( Repeat Chorus 1)

Verse 3: I lived in Louisiana down near Baton Rouge,
The Cajun People that lived there,
Were the best I ever knew,
They taught me how to cook jambalaya,

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I Belong to The South (cont.)

Verse 3 (cont.): And how to make crawfish stew,
It still pulls on my heartstrings,
To think about New Orleans too,
Whoa oh, oh.

Chorus 2: Cause I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
Where the Spanish moss fills the trees,
And the toad frogs hollar,
Sitting in the swamp water,
Croaking out a melody,
I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
With the sweet evening breeze,
And the fire flies dance in the twilight,
To the sound of the rustling leaves.

Bridge : I love the place where I was born,
I love it?s rustic charm,
But my heart belongs to the South,
And that?s where I?ll be found.

Chorus 3: Cause I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
Past the Mason Dixon Line,
Where the alligators crawl on the riverbanks,
And bask in the warm sunshine,
Yeah I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South,
With the sweet evening breeze,
And the fireflies dance in the twilight,
To the sound of the rustling leaves.

End: I was born in the North,
But I belong to the South.
Lyrics & Music By Martina