Port Authority

i can't know the song of the south

when my needle points north.

the blue south elegant with lovely lake

eyes in a smiling river on fire look at meape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows

makes a man out of safety pins

proud as an indian

i figure in future years i'll be stained by the tears

of desperate clinging

miracle girls commercially perfect

excel at port authority

shall i run out to meet your hopes

of liquor, tobacco & chocolate?

up on chalkleg mirror mountain

subtle and juicy

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.