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Southern Land

 

Southern Land


All my rowdy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talking bout the Southern Land

Grab a six pack son, go hop in the back
Everybody round here knows where the parties at
Down a real long road on private land
Passed down to me from my old man
Yeah, we get rowdy, crank it up too loud
Southern pride still makes me proud
Them long legs still drive me wild
When there's nowhere to go, just driving round
Ain't nothing like a sunset, sinking on down
With a Sunkist, girl setting eyes on me
Take a picture for the moment, so the time will freeze
If you're looking for me, you know where I'll be
Beneath these hollers, hills and trees
My kids gonna do that same ol' thing
Same old song, same guitar, just different strings

All my rowdy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talking bout the Southern Land

You can take me out of the country, but you can't take it out of me
See these roots in my vein are different than any other human I can see
How it was, is how it is
Ain't nothing gonna change bout the way we live
I'm still running around that same ol' kid
Barefoot and all just gained some years
Lemme tell ya bout a back road
Talking bout the ones that we still ride on
In a little bitty town nothing going around
Just romance with the lights on
Back pew believer, I'm an underachiever
Just a good ol' boy turned to a singer

All my rowdy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talkin bout the Southern Land
Oh, I'm talking bout that Southern Land
Oh oh, I'm talking bout that Southern Land
I'm talking bout that Southern Land

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