Southern Grown, Southern Life
Gonna take my pole
Down to the river
Throw it in the water
Where the catfish bite
Been a long damn week
Tryin' to make a livin'
Just a southern boy
Tryin' to make a life
Umm umm umm
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Um umm um umm umm
Gonna float my boat
Down the Buffalo
Them good ol' boys & girls
They know how to roll
Up around Mountain View
Little town called 56
Head on down to Sylamore Creek
Barkshed knows my name
The place where I can always go
To free my mind & soul
Yeah it does
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Umm umm umm
Um umm umm
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Down to Louisiana
Where the black trees grow so tall
Got a few friends here & there that I call my own
Huntin' Alligators
In their own backyard
You don't wanna make them mad or even piss them off
Somewhere around Bayou Pigeon
Where I caught my fresh breath of air
Some mighty fine people
Will welcome you right there
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
We're not looking for fame or fortune
Or born with a silver spoon in our mouth
Don't give a damn what anyone else thanks
Yeah
And we love our people
Take care of our tribe
Us country folks can survive
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm um umm umm
Yeah we're southern grown & southern life
And we'll be that way till' the day we die
Southern grown & southern life
And we'll be that way till' the day we die
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm um umm umm
Down to the river
Throw it in the water
Where the catfish bite
Been a long damn week
Tryin' to make a livin'
Just a southern boy
Tryin' to make a life
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm um umm umm
Gonna float my boat
Down the Buffalo
Them good ol' boys & girls
They know how to roll
Up around Mountain View
Little town called 56
Head on down to Sylamore Creek
Barkshed knows my name
The place where I can always go
To free my mind & soul
Yeah it does
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm umm
Umm umm umm
Down to Louisiana
Where the black trees grow so tall
Got a few friends here & there that I call my own
Huntin' Alligators
In their own backyard
You don't wanna make them mad or even piss them off
Somewhere around Bayou Pigeon
Where I caught my fresh breath of air
Some mighty fine people
Will welcome you right there
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
We're not looking for fame or fortune
Or born with a silver spoon in our mouth
Don't give a damn what anyone else thanks
Yeah
And we love our people
Take care of our tribe
Us country folks can survive
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm um umm umm
Yeah we're southern grown & southern life
And we'll be that way till' the day we die
Southern grown & southern life
And we'll be that way till' the day we die
Umm umm umm
Umm umm umm
Um umm um umm umm
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Writer(s): Danny Baty
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