Marcus E Coates - Southern Yokel

I was born in the city raised far from the crowd
Till my worst fears college years, banished too proud
A bigger better deal forward head start to life
Seemed great to the father wish I’d had his foresight
Growing up in the south, of the state of the South
Was never ever denied sweet fruits of the mouth
Brown acres of scrub, to run around like a clown a tyre swing well hung
To watch the sun go down
I’m a south breed of southern folklore
Reared from the stock of strap of the old school

My roots stretch deep to the coastal corner
Gave my heart to the girls who would leave me all forlorn
I played the dice so straight until my eighteenth year
Suffered jeer so back to school to repeat the twelfth year
Going back after college no rural escape
The divorce split the log, sealed the old man’s fate
Too much, going on deep pond dropped out
Then i’d moved out of home as a shameful lout

See I’m a south breed of southern folklore
Reared from the stock of the strap of the old school

Now reflecting back on the treasures of the scrub
Riding bikes roamin’ round and the girls and the love
I had it made despite innocent fragility, sittin’ upfront in the old man’s utility
I don’t have a son but if I did give him no less
Miles of paddocks all the room to make a mess
The amazing dusk, the morning rise, my heart lies in the ashes and the deep blue skies
Memories from the bus to the teachers related
To the warmth of the locals even when inebriated
See a simple life sometimes, most precious
Not a care on the land where the air smells the freshest

I’m a south breed of southern folklore
Reared from the stock of the strap of the old school

Written by:
Marcus Coates

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