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
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 drivin' round Ain't nothin' like a sunset, sinkin' on down With a Sunkist, girl settin' 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 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 vein are different than any other human I can 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 ol' kid Barefoot and all just gained some years Lemme tell ya bout a back road Talkin' bout the ones that we still ride on In a little bitty town nothin' 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 talkin' bout that Southern Land Oh oh, I'm talkin' bout that Southern Land I'm talkin' bout that Southern LandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
