The Soul of the South (Bob Clay, Johnny McDonald, Rick Stanley and Donna Ulisse) Wind in the tall pines, cry’s high and long Rain on a tin roof, beats out a sad song A coal train is whining like it’s gonna give out It sure can sound lonesome in the soul of the south Polk salad and berries, bitter and wild Wheat fields and sweet corn, roll on for miles Buttermilk biscuits, will melt in your mouth That’s just a taste of the soul of the south Moonlight cuts a good shine Magnolias bloom out so fair Talkin’ still take its sweet time Sundays are quiet like prayer There’s something sacred about Life in the soul of the south Big wooden porches, old rocking chairs Where folks can still drop in and find someone there With a smile and a warm hug so there’s no room for doubt A heart’s always welcome in the soul of the south © Clay/McDonald/Stanley/Ulisse