knowing you were laundry folding just outside the bedroom door i slept near it knowing you would carry half the hapless buzzing of my dilated spirit i know you never dreamed i d become a damn yankee i need you to believe that i m still your same baby no feeling like finding a peach cobbler sunning belly up on the granite the kind that ll make your tongue slap all your brains out i know you never dreamed i d become a damn yankee i need you to believe that i m still your same baby i know you never dreamed i d become a damn yankee if you could only see it s still the georgia winds that move me