When you live in the country everybody is your neighbor
On this one thing you can rely
They'll all come to see you and they'll never ever leave you
Y'all come to see us bye and bye
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come)
Oh, you all come to see us when you can
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come)
Oh, you all come to see us now and then
Now Grandma's a-wishing you'd come out the kitchen
And help do the dishes right away
Then they all start a-leaving, and though she's a-grieving
You can still hear grandma say
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come)
Oh, you all come to see us when you can
Y'all come (y'all come), y'all come (y'all come)
Oh, you all come to see us now and then
When I was 8 years old my family moved to Trona,CA(near Death Valley)from Garden Grove, CA(Orange County in the greater Los Angleles area). Up to that point my English was a result of my Altoona, PA born mother with English as her major for her college degree and my Worchester, MA born "pahk the cahr in the yahd" dad.
Well, the folks in Trona were mostly from Oklahoma, Texas and Arkansas with thick southern accents. It sounded almost like a foreign language to me at first but, yes, it rubbed off. Then while in the Army, most of my buddies were from the South as well.
These days, living in the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, some people ask me what part of the South am I from. I tell them "Southern California".