Southern boys are warm and lovely   They speak gently of their homes and show you pictures of the folks   Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton   Whether they're wooing or whispering the latest racist joke      I get knocked right off my feet   When I hear that Southern drawl   And I don't mind the pain   'Cause the feeling's worth the fall      Buttered grits is fare for breakfast   And if you like and your aim is good, maybe a squirrel   Then around nine, we pop that moonshine   And it's on out to the porch for a moonlight swing with me your Northern girl      I get knocked right off my feet   When I hear that Southern drawl   And I don't mind the pain   'Cause the feeling's worth the fall      Were you born? Where do you come from?   Is your tropic in Cancer and is your sun sign divine?   Ah let it out, please don't hide it   All that good ol' stuff down below that Mason-Dixon Line      I get knocked right off my feet   When I hear that Southern drawl   And I don't mind the pain   'Cause the feeling's worth the fall      And don't extend your hand   'Cause I couldn't move at all