A Yankee Moves On, A Damn Yankee Stays!

If you’re from a place like Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Don’t stake your claim in the land of cotton
God created us to fish on the ice
To live below zero and still think it nice

Don’t be moving where you don’t belong
Or you will learn in the end you knew it is wrong
You better be hearing this sound advice
Or you may end up paying a mighty big price

You know you can’t change them, you know this is true
Their ways, and their lives just may affect you
The lifestyle you lived, what you hold dear
Will never be appreciated because northerners they sneer

They live in the mountains, they don’t understand
The lifestyle or accent that came from your land
Their cart is a buggy, mamma is a grandma
And words with 3 syllables they believe is a flaw 

You’re a Yankee or damn Yankee, that’s what they say
The Yankee moves on, and the damn Yankee stays
Its biscuits and gravy and church every Sunday,
You better watch NASCAR or there’s Hell to pay on Monday

If you’re from a place like Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Don’t stake your claim in the land of cotton
God created us to fish on the ice
To live below zero and still think it nice