Southern thing by Andy Velo Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He's Levi's and Redman chew
He's got gravel dust on Justin boots
Hear the asphalt make the mud tires whine
As he rolls through town on a 409
Marshall Tucker, big belt buckle
Plain white T shows off the muscle
CB handle explodes, pipes rumble
Headed to the field down Moore Rd
It's just who he is, he's a true blue country boy
Ain't afraid to waive the flag, ain't afraid to make some noise
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
Flying wide open down a red dirt road
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's Lynyrd Skynryd, sweet tea, and golden grain
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
[Verse 2]
She's a bumpkin, damn she's somethin'
All she does is holler and the boys come a runnin'
Pony tail pulled back, a Braves ball cap
And how'd she get them jeans on a trailer like that?
Raised in the land where the peanuts grow
Loves Tina Tucker and old George Jones
Washed in the blood, raised in the light
And she knows what to do with a Friday night
Yeah she's a daddy's girl, sticks with her Georgia roots
But she knows just what she does when she struts in in them cowboy boots
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
Flying wide open down a red dirt rd
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's strait pipes, bonfires, and chilled Jim Beam
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
[Verse 3]
We're all raised in the boondocks, back in the sticks
Where the creek trickles by old moonshine stills
Born and bred in the thick red mud
We know where we stand and these colors don't run
Got the Tennessee cutie, Mississippi beauty
Alabama baby, go on take me
Carolina honey in the Florida sun
And Georgia peaches as sweet as they come
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
With the top laid back we let it roll
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's Lynyrd Skynryd, sweet tea, and golden grain
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
Say yeah yeah yeah yeah
He's Levi's and Redman chew
He's got gravel dust on Justin boots
Hear the asphalt make the mud tires whine
As he rolls through town on a 409
Marshall Tucker, big belt buckle
Plain white T shows off the muscle
CB handle explodes, pipes rumble
Headed to the field down Moore Rd
It's just who he is, he's a true blue country boy
Ain't afraid to waive the flag, ain't afraid to make some noise
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
Flying wide open down a red dirt road
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's Lynyrd Skynryd, sweet tea, and golden grain
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
[Verse 2]
She's a bumpkin, damn she's somethin'
All she does is holler and the boys come a runnin'
Pony tail pulled back, a Braves ball cap
And how'd she get them jeans on a trailer like that?
Raised in the land where the peanuts grow
Loves Tina Tucker and old George Jones
Washed in the blood, raised in the light
And she knows what to do with a Friday night
Yeah she's a daddy's girl, sticks with her Georgia roots
But she knows just what she does when she struts in in them cowboy boots
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
Flying wide open down a red dirt rd
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's strait pipes, bonfires, and chilled Jim Beam
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
[Verse 3]
We're all raised in the boondocks, back in the sticks
Where the creek trickles by old moonshine stills
Born and bred in the thick red mud
We know where we stand and these colors don't run
Got the Tennessee cutie, Mississippi beauty
Alabama baby, go on take me
Carolina honey in the Florida sun
And Georgia peaches as sweet as they come
[Chorus]
Down Here we let it all go
With the top laid back we let it roll
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
We get wound up when the sun goes down
We know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
It's Lynyrd Skynryd, sweet tea, and golden grain
Aw, baby it's a southern thing
Say yeah yeah yeah yeah