picnic
under the magnolia tree
a batch of fried chicken
potato salad
and jars of sun tea
my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
steamboats romancing
on the mississippi flow
hummingbirds prancing
too and fro
but my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
the scent of sweet honeysuckle
a jar of pigs knuckles
and a square of cornbread
the lord sho nuff blessed me
with my black and tan fantasy
this girl so pretty she wake up the dead
if yall from down here
you know what i mean
no sir
i dont know quite what you mean
i aint fixin to miss new orleans
my baby aint leavin
so i aint going nowhere
no how
and lemme tell you brother
under the covers
this girl is the cats meow
she got some sweet jelly roll
if yall from down here
you know what i mean
huggin
under the magnolia tree
this aint no promise
it is a guarantee
my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
the mossy covered pines
swayin in quarter time
a sweet breeze
through the trees
i pull out a flask
of juniors homemade corn mash
im fittin to recline
aint too worried about the time
because my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
lonely country roads
heading straight into nowhere
give you 5 for a dime
somebody is living down that line
sippin lemonade
with a splash of lime
i aint gotta chase my voodoo down
last time i heard
the devil was heading eastbound
if yall from down here
you know what i mean
the mardi gras
will soon be coming
my baby gonna dress up as a delta queen
she will sho be stunning
the way she sashay
take a preachers breath away
keep to your bible preacher man
i aint never tried to make a silk purse
out of a sows ear
long as my baby will have me
i will be right by her side
right here
if yall from down here
you know what i mean
kissin
under the magnolia tree
over at the fairgrounds
my cousins are chasin ladies
at the jamboree
but my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
got the old south
way deep down in my bones
never had no need for wishin
my baby is a blessing
so im gonna keep my rusty butt
right on home
because my baby and me
aint got no particular place to go
that is it
that is it
i aint tellin yall no mo
my baby and me about to commence
some grown folk business
yall go on now
go on
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