Southern Sweetie
I know I'm a Southerner
and I think you'll agree,
When you hear my tale
of when I was three.
I found a can on the floor,
coffee it once held.
I peered inside,but
Lawd, that wasn't coffee I smelled!
My Maw was an icon
known far and wide.
Her cookin' was somethin'
made her heart swell with pride.
But, her secret
she held tight,
no one should ever know,
she put up a good fight.
She was like a donkey,
stubborn as a mule.
Now don't you be stupid,
Maw was nobody's fool.
So, now that Maw's gone,
this much I will share.
My Maw dipped snuff,
that was it, that's enough!
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