Rolling down a backwoods Tennessee bighway One arm on the wheel Holding my lover with the other A sweet soft southern thrill Worked hard all week Got a little jingle On a Tennessee Saturday night Couldn't feel better I'm together with my dixieland delight!
Speak of love Spread good will Bring peace they sweetly shrew . Then softly march As one crewd force, "Unless they're not like you" . Blinded by bigotry Selective compassion Of this I cannot be: . Filled with the knowing Of not knowing filled But I'm probably looking for seed