Teddy Bear Troubadour

I'm stuffed with polyester,

sitting on a rocking chair

Just an old worn-out,

button-eyed southern teddy bear

Watching the honeysuckle

climb up on the porch screen

Quietly observing

the prettiest country porch scene

I've seen three generations chase the lightning bugs at night

Underneath the heavy warmth of a Georgia summer light

My seams are pulling loose,

and my left ear's hanging low

But I wouldn't trade this life for any place I know

(no, I wouldn't) Oh,

the pines sing low in the southern breeze

And the Kudzu grows right up to your knees

I may be made of thread,

but my heart is deep and true

Just a dusty teddy bear,

singing southern songs to you

They left me in the attic once,

but I found my way back down

To the front porch where the crickets play

their evening sound

I smell the boiling peanuts

and the heavy summer rain

Finding beauty

in the simple things that still remain

Oh, the pines sing low in the southern breeze

And the Kudzu grows right up to your knees

I may be made of thread,

but my heart is deep and true

Just a dusty teddy bear,

singing southern songs to you

(singing to you)

Just a dusty teddy bear...

Singing southern songs to you...