Southern Heart, Northern Town.

Here I am sitting on my porch with sweet tea,
I guess there is a hint of South in me.
And I’m sitting here thinking of you, thinking of me...
And all the other things I’m supposed to be.

And I do wonder how long it will be...
Before I loose all my cards with acts of amnesty.
And I do beg one small thing of thee!
Please let this be how you remember me.

I’m sitting in a well trying to say goodbye,
Nothing on my heart but old and fading red hair dye.
You’re trying to recall what was the end of me.
Please stop and try your best to look back through your jaded chest.
Let your best memory be, our old Georgia house...

Let this be how you remember me.

I was never a country girl, writing songs...
Rocking out to hard core love and so longs.
And when the good Lord sets me free,
Let this heard rock n' roll girl be the way, you remember me.