Knowing you were laundry
Folding just outside the
Bedroom door, I slept near it

Knowing you would carry
Half the hapless buzzing
Of my dilated spirit


I know you never dreamed
I'd become a damn Yankee
I need you to believe
That I'm still your same baby


No feeling like finding
A peach cobbler sunning
Belly-up on the granite

The kind that'll make your
Tongue slap all your brains out


I know you never dreamed
I'd become a damn Yankee
I need you to believe
That I'm still your same baby
I know you never dreamed
I'd become a damn Yankee
If you could only see
It's still the Georgia winds that move me