What most Southern states do have in common is slower speech, less hurried speech. An' , by the way, ya'll...our speech doesn't indicate our intellect or lack thereof. Actually, for some reason, most of the folks in my family did not have this lazy speech in the last generation. My mother's speech and that of my aunts -on both sides of the family - was completely articulated (no dropping a "g" and she was never gonna run two words together) and her grammar much better than that to which my own speech has degenerated. When I was young, Mother corrected many of my bad habits; however, eventually, she gave up trying to reform my speech, but hers was always carefully articulated and grammatically correct.
Anyway, in Jane's recent post, she related an anecdote about her daughter being requested to "talk Southern" and reminded me of one of my favorite songs by Jesse Winchester (I love Jesse).
Talk Memphis (Jesse Winchester)
Listen to you move your mouth
I bet you come from way down South
Please don't tell me let me guess
You're from the town that I love best
Talk Memphis, I wish you would
Talk Memphis, you sound so good
Talk Memphis, high on the bluff
I swear I can't get enough
Listening to you talk that stuff
Talk Memphis, oh yeah, talk Memphis
Now let's discuss some barbecue
We'll talk about the Tigers too
Every little sweet thing that you say
Just turns me on like 'DIA
Talk Memphis, I wish you would
Talk Memphis, you sound so good
Talk Memphis, high on the bluff
I swear I can't get enough
Listening to you talk that stuff
Talk Memphis, oh yeah, talk Memphis
I bet you bought some blue suede shoes
I bet you know West Memphis too
Cross that bridge on just two wheels
I bet you know how good that feels
(repeat chorus)
Where were you when Elvis died
A lot of folks sat and cried
Well, I don't mind telling you
That I did a little cryin too
Talk Memphis, I wish you would
Talk Memphis, you sound so good
Talk Memphis, high on the bluff
I swear I can't get enough
Listening to you talk that stuff
Talk Memphis, oh please, talk Memphis
I refrained from inserting punctuation in the above lyrics. Another great favorite is Mississippi You're on My Mind. I want to put a comma after Mississippi, too, but won't.
I just ordered another Talk Memphis CD because I want to listen to it in the car.
And Deb G. has also taken up the subject of accents in her blog.


























