I see you comin’ ‘round the bend   I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can   I see you comin’ ‘round the bend   I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can      There’s a portion of the south in the spirit of this song   Keep followin’ the fiddle, it’ll never steer you wrong   I’ve lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown   I’m headin to the grave to replenish it at most   I’ve been across the globe and I’ve seen the worlds charm,   I taught ‘em my slang, I didn’t mean the world harm   It makes the soul smile to see what I’ve accomplished   I got up out the woods without a map or a compass   Life does change, and the sun does set   But my last breath ain’t a one gust yet   As long as daddy know that his son does sweat   The same as he did for that uncut check   I’ll sleep fine and a child will come   With the same last name as my poppa’s son’s   And you can rest assure that my son will know   That his Da-da wasn’t a one-squeal show      [Chorus]      One time for the New South’s imminent progression   Ain’t the good lord so generous with blessings   Whenever it was needed he’d send me some direction   I’d gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection   Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection    It makes you view change with degenerate dejection   Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession   He don’t really mean it, he just winning his election    Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession   With the vaccination of innocence infection   My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it   I finish with aggression but meant it with affection   To the common man at the end of his oppression   Welcome into church only meant for collection   And the common woman, genders no exception   Please keep providing with men in your reflection      [Chorus]      There is no king for the throne I seat   All by myself, so alone I leap   For the young boy that’s gone five weeks   He’s only fourteen, but he’s grown by me   Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed   With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed   He could be in school, but he chose this instead   No avenue he won’t pursue for the bread   And who was there to speak for him but Bubba   He listens to his own, can’t relate to none other   The product of a bad hand and a young mother   If daddy wasn’t ready all it took was one rubber   To prevent the pain that his family done suffered   Thankfully his son is a real come-upper   Cause it’s gonna be something on the table come supper   There, the plight of my people is uncovered