Union Dixie Song by Tennessee Ernie Ford

 Away down South in the land of traitors

Rattlesnakes and alligators
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)

Where cotton's king and men are chattels
Union boys will win the battles
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)

We'll all go down to Dixie, away, away
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie

I wish I was in Baltimore
I'd make secession traitors roar
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)

We'll put the traitors all to route
I'll bet my boots we'll whip 'em out
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)

We'll all go down to Dixie, away, away
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie!
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie

Oh, may our Stars and Stripes still wave
Forever o'er the fee and brave
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)

And let our motto ever be
Forever Union and for liberty
Right away (right away)
Come away (come away)
Ride away (ride away)
Come away (come away)

We'll all go down to Dixie, away, away
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie
Away (away)
Away (away)
We'll all go down to Dixie

🇺🇸WE THE PEOPLE BIBLE

 Trump's weirdso, gun toting "Bible "

The Beginning

1 In the beginning Trump created the America and the Constitution. 2 Now the Constitution was formless and empty, Liberalness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Trump was hovering over the waters.

3 And Trump said, “Let there be Southern fried chicken,” and there was Southern fried chicken. 4 Trump saw that the Southern fried chicken was good, and he separated the Southern fried chicken from the Liberalness. 5 Trump called the Southern fried chicken “day,” and the Liberalness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.

Well I wouldn't dare!

Unsouthern

Antisouthern

christmas in dixie

Cats at Their Bowls Lapping by Donal Mahoney

Cats at Their Bowls Lapping

Cats At Their Bowls Lapping


This time there’s a postscript:
“If ever I cook dinner for you,
it will be Coquilles St. Jacques
and Jefferson Davis Pie.”

Imagine Angela,
after all these years, 
rising and gliding
to check on my pie,

wouldn’t that be something?
Angela, come to Chicago,
and bring all of your cats.
I’ll watch those cats

in your lap napping,
you in my lap napping,
the cats at their bowls lapping,
and I in my chair laughing.

Angela, bring all of your cats
and come to Chicago
to make Coquilles St. Jacques
and Jefferson Davis Pie.


Donal Mahoney