Bus station in Atlanta 6:40 in the evening
She was standing cold and all alone
I ask where she was going but she had no way of knowing
Cause she was broke and long way from home
Straight from New York City she was young thin and pretty
She belonged in a fashion magazine
I said stay with me till morning
I've got a bed to keep you warm in
We call it southern hospitality
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
And the north won the war again last night
Morning's all around me my arms are all around her
She's sleeping Lord and she looks so fine
Between the shades of last night and this mornings daylight
We found love's Mason Dixon line
And in her arms I found that love isn't north or south
It isn't how you say the things you say
New York City or Atlanta Cleveland or Savanna
She's taken all the boundaries away
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
And the north won the war again last night