The State Poem of Mississippi

I'm the land of the Choctaw
The hills of Vicksburg, and a cross-cut saw. . .

I'm a banjo pickin' and all night sings
Azaleas a 'bloomin' in Ocean Springs. . .

I'm Miss Mississippi and all her glory
I'm William Faulkner as he writes a story. . .

I'm the Mississippi River as it rounds the bend
I'm Gone with the Wind, ya'll come back again

Well, I'm everything good you have ever dreamed about
Hush yo' mouth, I'm Mississippi
I am the South

Hard to believe they're last in education, isn't it?