*Sing to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies
Well let me tell the story of a Clan named Close
With the Lord’s provision they came away from broke
Then when home became the new workplace
They got an idear that lit up their face
Light bulb moment. Very bright. Grandiose.
They started lookin’ ’round the country for a place where they could move
Lots of great choices, not sure what they should do
They said, “Tennessee is a groovin’ place for us!”
So they sold their house when the market ran amok
Seller’s market. Buy low. Sell high.
They packed up all their crap in a yellow Penske truck
Said, “Let’s go!” and they kissed for some good luck
Then they hit the road with smiles on their mouths
Put the pedal to the metal and headed on down South
Green trees. BBQ. Buttermilk fried chicken.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?