Southern Land

All my rowdy country friends around here

We like to meet at the hollar, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up so high

We gotta lock 'em down into four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes

'Round here, I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

Grab a six-pack son, go hop in the back

Everybody 'round here know where the party's 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 drivin' 'round

Ain't nothin' like a sunset settin' on down

With a sun-kissed girl settin' eyes on me

Take a picture for the moment so time will freeze

If you're lookin' for me, you'll know where I'll be

Beneath these hollars, hills, and trees

My kids gonna do that same 'ol thing

Same 'ol song, same guitar, just different strings

All my rowdy country friends around here

We like to meet at the hollar, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up so high

We gotta lock 'em down into four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes

'Round here, I'm talkin' '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 veins trying to do it different that any human eye can see (See)

How it was is how it is, ain't nothin' gonna change 'bout the way we live

I'm still runnin' around, that same old kid

Barefoot and all, just gained some years (Yup)

Let me tell you 'bout a backroad

Talkin' 'bout the ones that we still ride on

In a little bitty town nothin' goin' 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 hollar, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up so high

We gotta lock 'em down into four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes

'Round here, I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

That's right

Whoa

I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

Whoa

I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land