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Katie Noel

Southern

 

Southern


(Haha! Let's go)
Way down in the holler back in Kentucky
Cat fish on the line clean it throw it in a bucket
Come on, yeah come on
Way up in them diesels, sitting closest to God
Ride the bull eight seconds, pull the gate when you nod
Come on, yeah come on

Surviving, we living
Stealing hearts with a shit eating grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang with my twang in the grit 'cause I'm southern

Yeah, out in the-out in the-out in the
Out in the bush with my Bushmaster pull tapping Busch Light
Jaw full of outlaw have you feeling alright
Scuffs on my beams, wear in these jeans
Roll tide, go Vols, SEC
Smoking, drinkin, fighting, riding
Race this track as hard as trying
Southern belles still right beside us
Damn good day when the fish is biting
Topping water, sinking bobbers
I get these looks from my mama
Kick ass from my father, come on

Surviving, we living
Stealing hearts with a shit eating grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang in my twang with some grit

D.O.W.N. S.O.U.T.H. for the win
Down south, uh huh, that is where I reside
Carolina, Tennesse, Kentucky 'til I die
Got the 6o6 and 615
Got the 828 and the 865
Got the 7o6 sitting right beside me
With my Knox county boys pulling up behind me, bitch

Surviving, we living
Stealing hearts with a shit eating grin and
Fried chicken, cat head biscuits
Summertime, cold beer, sweet smoked brisket
Down home sexy, yeah we know it
Fresh picked sweet corn baby, we grow it
Redneck, backwoods, tougher than shit
Got some bang in my twang with some grit 'cause I'm southern
Yeah I'm southern
(Backwoods, redneck, tough as shit)

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