“The Devil”

Went Down To Georgia

(or was it Texas?)

by Ted L Glines

Howdy, Ya'll!

To all of you darned Yankees let me say,

you'll love our Cajun food - our easy smile,

you'll pass your time here easy - for a while,

but you will never know the way we play,

our Southern life's not learned in just one day,

and we have ways your mind cannot compile

for we have known the hell of Yankee guile

and we are keeping secrets in our way.

They say there ain't no sin like Southern sin,

'twas Karla Dorman said so one fine day,

and she should know with ev'ry storm she sends

to push the voodoo ills away - away,

while Karen Vidra spins the clouds to win

and Satan's souls are lost before this ends.

You come enjoy our music - fancy food,

go back up North like any Yankee dude,

but never you will ever understand

your sojourn here was careful careful planned,

and angels saved your souls from Satan's brood.

Ya'll come back, ya hear!