Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hands 'Cause the judge in the town's

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Southern style Southern style, free and easy Southern style, warm and breezy If you met her, man believe me You'd want her to stay a while Only sinners with a savior 'Cause her mom and daddy raised her She says, she don't believe in strangers Sun kissed

Rock you baby on a wraparound porch Underneath a magnolia blossom Walk you down old live oak road Barefoot bridge see a sunset show Say I love you when I pull you close And you know it's true, as the gospel Ain't nobody gonna love you better than This

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

The day the freebird fell Oh, I remember it well So many cried when Ronnie died He never said farewell What he'd say in a southern song Stories told still here long I was just a teenage boy on my way to school Freebird fell Mama mad at me for me 'cause I