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A song about being caught up in a relationship and that feeling of falling in love

Please Don't Mind

SOUTHERN WIND

They say the Southern wind don’t blow —
it remembers.

It comes off red dirt roads and rusted mailboxes,
through screen doors that never shut right,
carrying names nobody says out loud anymore.

Mama used to say
“If the wind changes fast, somebody’s lying.”
Daddy said nothing —
just stared at the tree line like it owed him money.

That wind learned the shape of my house
before I did.
It knew which floorboard creaked,
which prayer got skipped,
which promises were made drunk and meant sober.

Every time it howls at night,
it don’t sound mad —
it sounds disappointed.

High school lights flicker when it rolls in.
Old trucks won’t start.
Hearts do.

You can leave town,
cut your hair,
change your name,
but the Southern wind keeps your original copy.

It’ll catch you on a back road,
windows down,
radio low,
and whisper:

“You ain’t done yet.”

And for a second —
just a second —
you believe it.



back porch swagger

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