HOEDOWN IN MOTOWN

(Harley Allen/Steve Wariner)

I was born and raised down in the south

You’ll know it soon as I open my mouth

All the cotton fields have blown away

Unless you’re rich there ain’t no reason to stay

So I’m up in Detroit in a factory

Leaving her back home is killin’ me

I told my baby I’m a homesick man

She said I’ll bring you up some Dixieland

CHORUS:

There’ll be a hoedown in Motown tonight

She’s gonna bring some southern sun

To these northern skies

We’ll make sweet tea and some good fried chicken

The love we make will be finger lickin’

There’s gonna be be a hoedown in Motown tonight

All my buddies say I’m country square

Told her I stick out like a thumb up here

I said you know they’re all some real cool cats

But when they see you they’ll forget all that

They all listen to that hip-hop rap

There ain’t no way that you can dance to that

Unless you string up that ol’ violin

We’re gonna show ‘em all some fiddlin’

REPEAT CHORUS

© 2005 Coburn Music, Inc. / Harley Allen Music (BMI) / Steve Wariner Music (BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission. International copyright secured.