Southern boys are warm and lovely They speak gently of their homes and show you pictures of the folks Their breath in your ear is as soft as the cotton Whether they're wooing or whispering the latest racist joke I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that southern drawl And I don't mind the hurt 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall Buttered grits is fare for breakfast And if you like and your like is good, maybe wild squirrel Then around nine we tap that moonshine And it's out on to the porch for a moonlight swing with your favorite boy or girl I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that southern drawl And don't ask me if I hurt 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall Were you born or where do you come from Is your tropic in cancer and is your sun sign divine? Oh let it out, oh please don't hide it All that good ol' stuff down below that Mason-Dixon Line I get knocked right off my feet When I hear that southern drawl And I don't mind the hurt 'Cause the feeling's worth the fall And don't extend your hand 'Cause I couldn't move at all