Better Than Ezra
Deluxe
Southern Gurl
There she is white light descendin' like the color of rain. July or Fall,
one thing will never change. Down and now, you found this city has you on
your back. You long for her to take you away. And I, I want a southern
girl; I need a southern girl; I want a southern girl. Scent of pine
driftin' by, her hand traces lazy on your neck. Sunlight through the
trees with calls of better times. Kids and dogs runnin' by she smiles
as she drinks iced tea. Retire to the room, it's easy to see that I,
I want a southern girl, etc. Take back the night. Claim your desire.
Run 'till you crawl. In the morning you will find her. Yes, I, I want
a southern girl, etc.