Vicki was a girl from Georgia

With a twang that flowed like wine

Red hair with a tiny freckle

With the state fruit that was fine

She was a backwoods denizen 

And she cut her teeth

On tilling the mineral in the soil

And bailing up the wheat

That’s until the colleges called and she traveled far away

She shuffled in the city streets and studied all the day

And graduated cum laude and broke out of her shell

Vicki wasn’t going to farm or drill for no oil

She was going to use her look and make all the fools her gang

Vicki was nobody’s fool as Cinderella once sang

Soon she was the toast and the butter and the jam

This is a song about Vicki sung by Sam I Am


Published by Robin Hill

California born, South Florida bred using fingers to type, play, and cover my ears when needed from the outside noise.

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