State Of My Union

Written by Sid Griffin and Greg Sowders

Walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song

I wanna tell a little story 'bout the place where I was born

If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's"

Won'tcha bear with me buddy as I think I'm feeling the call

Let me first off say that I don't know just what you heard

But I read a little 'bout it and I don't believe a word

So let's stroll to the kitchen where we'll start this meal from scratch

I smell something cookin' and I want right in that first batch

Corn bread, stock cars minor league baseball too

Woods full of grizzlies where the alligators chomp on you

Alabama football, man, you gotta try it

Did I tell you my old man looks a little bit like Bear Bryant

We got candied yams, sunsets in the fall

We got a minstrel preacher showman

He's a preachin' up a ball

We got state fairs, go-karts, crashing round in bumper cars

We got drunks getting drunker while the sober get thrown out of the bar

Front porch swing where you know you know who you are

Hey Dad I can explain 'bout the stains in the back of the car

We gave you blues and jazz and country and western too

We oughta ask for 'em back after what you put 'em through

We got lotsa rivers, lotsa fields and streams

Maybe it ain't exactly heaven but it's certainly part of my dreams

So you just walk a little with me, won't you carry a bit of my song

I wanna tell you a story 'bout the place where I was born

If I start slowin' down 'n' throw in too many "you all's"

Won't you bear with me honey as I think I'm feeling the call

Published by Huevos Rancheros/Bug Music Ltd