Now I’ll tell a tale of these southern towns
It's enough to make you pale
When the tides rolls in on these Georgia banks
You can bet it brings a southern spell
When the bayou plays it's tricks on things
You know it's a southern spell
And when trees decay down in Tennessee
You know it’s southern belle with a certain spell
Oh she'll take you for a ride straight to hell
Unless you can guard your eyes
Fare thee well the southern spell
Now he was a man of strong intent
But no match for the southern belle
Well they burned like fire but he soon burned up
Not enough left to tell
Well she walked away on to the next town
Leaving signs of ash along the way
She found a man outside of Birmingham
You can bet she took his breath away
Now he's there to stay pushing daisies
Well she'll hold you in her hand til your dying day
Lay ya down in razor grass til the worms turn you to hay
Now listen here when you come around be warned of the southern belle
You will recognize that look her in the eyes and you'll know...
You better look away boy
You better run
Pretty little liar pull you in
Fall prey to the woman and the devil wins
You’ll be payin double son
Ain’t your mama taught you nothing
Well I’ll tell a tale
It’s enough to make you pale
Fare thee well the southern belle

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