State of My Union Songtext
von The Long Ryders

Walk a little with me, won′t you carry a bit of my song
I wanna sing you a story 'bout the place where my daddy was born
And if I start slowing down and I throw in too many "you all′s"
Won't you bear with me, honey, I think I'm feelin′ the call
So let′s first off say that I don't know just what you heard
But I′ve read a little about it, I don't believe a word
So let′s just go to the kitchen where we start this meal from scratch
I smell chicken cooking and I want right in that big batch
Corn fed stock cows, fly to eat baseball too
Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you
Alabama football, man, you gotta try it
And I'll tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant
We′ve got a candy yam sunsets in the fall (that a boy)
And a minstrel beats a show when he's a-preachin' up the wall


We′ve got state fair school cars crashin′ round in bumper cars
The drunks gettin' drunker, Greek
Cider′s gettin' thrown out of the bar
We′ve got a front porch swing where you know you know who you are
Hey Jed, I can't explain about the stains in the back of the car
We play blues and jazz and country and western too
We′re gonna ask for it back after what you put 'em through
We got lots of rivers, lots of fields and streams
It ain't exactly heaven but it′s certainly part of our dream
So you just walk a little with me, won′t you carry a bit of my song
I wanna sing you a story 'bout the place where my family is from
And if I start slowing down and I throw
In too many "you all′s" (you all's)
Won′t you bear with me, honey, I think I'm feelin′ the call