text: Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years gone
  Bred and raised in the City
  From my daddys knee I learned the Union songs
  But Grandma sang lullabies of Dixie
  And though the Northern winter fills my heart with joy
  Oh its a Southern sun that shines down
  On this Yankee boy
  Mama dreamed of Paris nights
  And boatin on the Seine
  She said, were gonna make it there too
  Soon as Papa comes home again
  And shed speak to me in broken french
  Dressed like a painting of Lautrecs
  In the night shed clutch me to her breast
  And say, well make it outta here yet
  And though Parisian women
  Strut so fine down the Eiffel mall
  Its a Southern one I sing my songs for
  Well with the local bunch of do-good boys
  And an old man from the West
  We crossed the land in the caravan
  Yes we traveled with the best
  With circus acts and vaudeville hacks
  And the Mississippi Delta Queen
  She told me the news and sold me her blues
  In an alley in New Orleans
  And though the Western plains are still stained
  With the blood of great cowboys
  Its a Southern sun
  That shine down on this Yankee boy