The True Southern Psalm.

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This is…. The true Southern Psalm
The true southern Psalm.

May
Your country be more twangy 
Play a little more, Hank, please 
(I promise you’ll thank me)
May the good Lord, take me 
In all of his glory 
May your horrors be gory
May you go out and make better stories
When you’re alone on the road, may light be your load 
May your Merle be haggard 
Your children not grow up bastards 
May your Sabbath be Black
May your arms hide the tracks
From your bosses and probation offices 
May you lose all your losses
Your red eyes not lose their glosses
May you get more good head,
A later breakfast in bed 
May you hear and heed what I’ve said 
(But please, for fuck’s sake)
Don’t OD and wind up dead.
(save some for me instead)

For you ….the redneck, white trash, blue collars
This is ….the true Southern Psalm.

May your posture be straighter may your speech be more charming , your adventures greater, your temper alarming.
May your felonies fall through when the laws after you.
May your judges be gracious your double wide spacious your work ethic tenacious
May your play at the end of the day, the infamous.
May your bars and honey‘s legs stay open all night.
You’re 90 proof and your boots Stay tight when you get in a fight
And please may you be nice 
To your ex-wife -     or at least be polite.
May your KC lights shine bright
Not forgotten your blue collared plight
May your teeth and your Castles be White

This is….the true Southern Psalm, 
C’mon , sing along. Like this….

May your afterglow linger , your pussy and peaches be pinker, your dicks, and Dixie rise higher,
May your tongue not grow tired when licking that fire .
May your needles be new
May your Buds be brewed,
Cause bud, I want one too 
May your horses be shoed 
May you appreciate even the blues and bad news
May your troubles be few.
Made your cigarettes burn longer 
Your friendships grow stronger .
May you feel you belong here.

This is…..the TRUE SOUTHERN PSALM.

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May your weed be stronger Your high last longer Your rails be hotter Your acid be blotter Your syringes be sharper Your horse be nodder Your cocaine be purer Your trip be trippier Your tongue be wittier May your amphetamine be cleaner Your demeanor be meaner Your gals be squirters and screamers You’re withdrawal be shorter and less painful May your heists blend with the night And come out more gainful May your bounty be plenty This is…. The true Southern Psalm The true southern Psalm. May Your country be more twangy Play a little more, Hank, please (I promise you’ll thank me) May the good Lord, take me In all of his glory May your horrors be gory May you go out and make better stories When you’re alone on the road, may light be your load May your Merle be haggard Your children not grow up bastards May your Sabbath be Black May your arms hide the tracks From your bosses and probation offices May you lose all your losses Your red eyes not lose their glosses May you get more good head, A later breakfast in bed May you hear and heed what I’ve said (But please, for fuck’s sake) Don’t OD and wind up dead. (save some for me instead) For you ….the redneck, white trash, blue collars This is ….the true Southern Psalm. May your posture be straighter may your speech be more charming , your adventures greater, your temper alarming. May your felonies fall through when the laws after you. May your judges be gracious your double wide spacious your work ethic tenacious May your play at the end of the day, the infamous. May your bars and honey‘s legs stay open all night. You’re 90 proof and your boots Stay tight when you get in a fight And please may you be nice To your ex-wife - or at least be polite. May your KC lights shine bright Not forgotten your blue collared plight May your teeth and your Castles be White This is….the true Southern Psalm, C’mon , sing along. Like this…. May your afterglow linger , your pussy and peaches be pinker, your dicks, and Dixie rise higher, May your tongue not grow tired when licking that fire . May your needles be new May your Buds be brewed, Cause bud, I want one too May your horses be shoed May you appreciate even the blues and bad news May your troubles be few. Made your cigarettes burn longer Your friendships grow stronger . May you feel you belong here. This is…..the TRUE SOUTHERN PSALM.

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