It was one of the best meals I ate
As I cleared that dinner plate
With fried chicken in my mouth
It read: Welcome to The New South
We do not segregate
We learned old Jim Crow
Isn't the way to grow
Now I'm waiting on a train
For my cousin from Maine
As I stare at those tracks
Ghosts appear with whipped backs
Listen to these words from my mouth
Down here in The New South
We aren't afraid of some CRT
A losing man was General Lee
We do not segregate
We learned old Jim Crow
Isn't the way to grow
Now I'm on a talking panel
On the Bluegrass Junction channel
We learned to live a new way
And it's more than words we say
Our doors are open as long as you can stay
{March 11, 2023 MyStrawHat.com}
