The North Won The War Again Last Night

Bus station in Atlanta 6:40 in the evening She was standing cold and all alone I ask where she was going but she had no way of knowing Cause she was broke and long way from home Straight from New York City she was young thin and pretty She belonged in a fashion magazine I said stay with me till morning I've got a bed to keep you warm in We call it southern hospitality Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y She held me close and loved this southern boy just right And the north won the war again last night Morning's all around me my arms are all around her She's sleeping Lord and she looks so fine Between the shades of last night and this mornings daylight We found love's Mason Dixon line And in her arms I found that love isn't north or south It isn't how you say the things you say New York City or Atlanta Cleveland or Savanna She's taken all the boundaries away Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y She held me close and loved this southern boy just right And the north won the war again last night