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Under the Church


High in the Low Country

Well, when I woke up my mind was blank
And in my bed looked like a Yankee
And on my hand was a brand new wedding ring
She said 'good morning baby are you alright?
We got married just last night and you said I'll always be your Jersey queen.'
It all came back in such a flash; the airport, Vegas, the "bubble bath"
The preacher, the Chapel… Holy cow! It's true.  
(woopsie daisy, woo woo woopsie daisy)
So I headed back to Charleston town with my brand new bride 
and I settled down.
What else would you expect a Southern Gentlemen to do? 
(woopsie daisy, woo woo woopsie daisy)

Chorus
Jesus Loves and Satan hates and my poor heart just palpitates
every time you Southern women cross my mind ( woo, ooo, ooo)
I get as high as I can be, down in the Low Country
Singing "oh, sweet Carolina you're so fine"

Now I gets as thirsty as a dying man, all you Southern Bells would understand.
But that Yankee gal refused to see the light.
So I roll out in the A & M to go hunt'n and fish'n with my best friends
But to say what for, well, just wouldn't be polite 
( woopsie daisy, woo, woopsie daisy)
When I got home she'd packed her stuff 
and bought a ticket on a Greyhound bus 
Said she's headed back to Jersey where she's from 
(toodaloodle, woo- toodaloodle)
Said "you can keep the dogs, the truck, the house, 
the guns, the boat and your "Blessed South"" 
And I thought 'bout time I had myself some fun!!!" 
(toodaloodle, woo- toodaloodle)

Chorus
Jesus Loves and Satan hates and my poor heart just palpitates 
every time you Southern women cross my mind (woo, ooo, ooo)
I get as high as I can be, down in the Low Country
Singing "oh, sweet Carolina you're so fine" 
(Carolina sweet Carolina, Cackalacky ah-oop) 

Well here I is in the Grand Ole South, drinking beers and hanging out
with the sweetest lil' girls in all the world.
We got Peacan Pies, and She Crab Soup, 
Shrimp n' Grits and Frogmore Stew
and up North? All they've got's foul mouthed Yankee girls. 

Chorus
Jesus' Lov'n and Satan' hate'n and my poor heart gets to palpitate'n 
every time you Southern women cross my mind (woo, ooo, ooo)
I get as high as I can be, down in the Low Country
Singing "oh, sweet Carolina ( Cackalacky) 
"oh, sweet Carolina Cackalacky)
"oh, sweet Carolina you're so fine…. So fine"