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Zoutelande
Zoutelande is a village in the southwest Netherlands. It is located in the municipality of Veere, Zeeland, between Dishoek and Westkapelle on the former island Walcheren. On 1 January 2005 it had 1,556 inhabitants. Originally, Zoutelande was mainly an agricultural village. The village's character changed slowly into a tourist resort as the demand for beach recreation rose from about the middle of the 19th century.
Zoutelande was a separate municipality until 1966, when it became a part of the new municipality Valkenisse.
Nowadays, tourism is Zoutelande's most important source of existence. Zoutelande, together with the beach of Dishoek and Westkapelle, are often called "Zeeland's Rivièra", after the famous south-coast of France. It is one of Zeeland's most-visited coasts, and one of the few places in the Netherlands where the beach faces south. Plenty of rooms, studios, bungalows and apartments are available to thousands of visitors every summer; most of the tourists are of German origin, although other nationalities are also widely represented. The remaining agriculture in the area benefits of the demand for accommodation in the form of mini-campings. Bicycle-rental, beachfront establishments, hotels, B&Bs, shops and a nice boulevard are all to be found in and around the village.
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Southland
by: Bleu EdmondsonA.M. on Sunday
and I'm walkin' real slow
Keepin' time with the sunshine,
I got no real place to go
And it's cold down here,
But I can't complain
Standin' in the breeze of a
Slow movin' train,
In the Southland
That man from Alabam'
Told me where he'd been,
He said he'd gone all around the world
Till he made it back home again
He said I'll tell you somethin', son,
As sure as here I stand,
Said I don't know much, but I know this
The lord smiles on Dixieland.
Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile
Fall in love with a delta smile
Sweet Georgia peach gonna gimme some
Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run,
Through the Southland
Now I don't fall in love
Cause you know I got a ramblin' way
I blame it on the street survivors
Them boys from F L A
So watch your feet pretty mama,
See if they shuffle around
Come get real close to me
I'll tell ya what's goin' down
In the Southland
Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile
Fall in love with a bayou smile
Sweet Georgia peach is gonna gimme some,
Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run,
Through the Southland
Hey, hey in the Southland
Now just north of my hometown
I got some friends you see
Them boys from Oklahoma
Getting' high on southern revelry
Keep the campfires burnin'
Don't worry if I'm not there
I come creepin' up quick, with a smile on my face
Baby's got pine needles in her hair
That's how we do it in the Southland
Now everybody get up, stand up
Get up get up in the Southland
Everybody get up
Proud people proud people in the Southland
Won't ya come on take a ride
Mama's in the kitchen,
Daddy's in the field, we aint got nothin' to hide