The Long Ryders - State Of My Union Lyrics

Walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell a little story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many ""you all's""
Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call

Let me first off say that I don't know just what you heard
But I read a little 'bout it and I don't believe a word
So let's stroll to the kitchen where we'll start this meal from scratch
I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch

Corn bread, stock cars minor league baseball too
Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you
Alabama football, man, you gotta try it
Did I tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant

We got candied yams, sunsets in the fall
We got a minstrel preacher showman
He's a preachin' up a ball
We got state fairs, go-karts, crashing round in bumper cars
We got drunks getting drunker while the sober get thrown out of the bar

Front porch swing where you know you know who you are
Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the stains in the back of the car
We gave you blues and jazz and country and western too
We oughta ask for 'em back after what you put 'em through

We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields and streams
Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but it's certainly part of my dreams

So you just walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell you a story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many ""you all's""
Won't you bear with me honey as I think I'm feeling the call

Walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell a little story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many ""you all's""
Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call

Let me first off say that I don't know just what you heard
But I read a little 'bout it and I don't believe a word
So let's stroll to the kitchen where we'll start this meal from scratch
I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch

Corn bread, stock cars minor league baseball too
Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you
Alabama football, man, you gotta try it
Did I tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant

We got candied yams, sunsets in the fall
We got a minstrel preacher showman
He's a preachin' up a ball
We got state fairs, go-karts, crashing round in bumper cars
We got drunks getting drunker while the sober get thrown out of the bar

Front porch swing where you know you know who you are
Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the stains in the back of the car
We gave you blues and jazz and country and western too
We oughta ask for 'em back after what you put 'em through

We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields and streams
Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but it's certainly part of my dreams

So you just walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song
I wanna tell you a story 'bout the place where I was born
If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many ""you all's""
Won't you bear with me honey as I think I'm feeling the call