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 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
E'rybody 'round here know where the parties at
Down a real, long road on private land
Passed down to me from my old man
Yeah, we get roudy, 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, singin' 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 old 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 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 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 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)
Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
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 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
E'rybody 'round here know where the parties at
Down a real, long road on private land
Passed down to me from my old man
Yeah, we get roudy, 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, singin' 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 old 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 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 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 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)
Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Holbrook, Jared Sciullo, Ryan Miller, Austin Jenckes, Ryan Upchurch
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