"Southern Life (What It Must Be Like)" lyrics

"Southern Life (What It Must Be Like)"

All my life, I closed my eyes
And stumbled in with wayward mind
A stubborn child, but love did have
With one light shining
Overlooked

I wish I knew what you had said
I was hardened by what thoughts you meant

My hands are shaking as a mother
Trying to raise her son right
Why can't you see it from the other side?
We must imagine what it must be like

The southern life
It's such a fucking lie

Oh, what it must be like

Shall his life be like my shooting star
Forever frozen?
No, he's too smart

I can't believe what I have seen
I wake up to a fucking dream

There is no light
There is no dark
There is no life
Or sense of being

Oh, what it must be like
Oh, what it must be like
Such a southern life
Such a southern life

Oh, what it must be like
Oh, what it must be like
Oh, what it must be like
Oh, what it must be like


Writer(s): Devin R Hoff, Sharon Van Etten, Charles Damski, Jorge Balbi Castellano, Kristina Lieberson, Daniel Simon Knowles
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