I remember my hair was at sixes and sevens
You told me, “How lovely you are…
There’s a strange kind of glow that you get to your face from
the nights that you slept in the car.”

And you said, “There’s a place in the town
You can hold down a job
You can shake off your load…”

But the price was too heavy
And I too unsteady
And so I got back on the road

And I carry a Southern Drawl
Sometimes, ‘cause it makes me think of you
Makes me think of you

Heart shaped tomatoes
Forget-me-not flowers
And lace, in your garden they grow

And I just throw down a few
Seeds in each town
In the ground by the side of the road

And I come back, they’re trampled
Or starving for light
And I tend them
The best that I can

But the one in your yard that we planted together
It reaches a green, leafy hand

And I carry a Southern Drawl
Sometimes, ‘cause it makes me think of you
Makes me think of you

And we haven’t spoken for years
Still your voice, it comes out of my mouth
From time to time
And folks always ask
From what part I come in the South

Oh, the last time I saw you
My coat was unraveling
And so you held onto the string

And it stretched across miles
And mountains and oceans
‘Til it all fell apart at the seams

And when it was gone, well I had just my arms
And my knees to keep me from the cold

But the last words we’ve spoken
Were angry, so stubborn
You won’t call again on the phone

So I carry a Southern Drawl
Sometimes, ‘cause it makes me think of you
Makes me think of you