Son of the South (Live)

Racing down the river, the crossroads to Lake Shore Drive
Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry
Sharp as a straight edge razor
Quick as a switchblade knife

I'll be pushing it to the limit, baby
Till I get to the sweet south side
Baby, what a ride

Hell yeah, son of the south
I walk tall and wear it proud
Hell yeah, son of the south
Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah, son of the south
Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
Hell yeah, son of the south
I like my women southern style, hell yeah

A full moon rising up in the sky, hot damn, it's Friday night
I got four on the floor and a 357, baby, in a four wheel drive
Let's live till tomorrow morning
Then we'll get some rest

Let's run over it
See what happens, baby
Yes, and that will be the test

Hell yeah, son of the south
I walk tall and wear it proud
Hell yeah, son of the south
Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah, son of the south
Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
Hell yeah, son of the south
I like my women southern style, hell yeah

Coming into the St. John's River, coming in out of the fog
Got troubles, damn I'm wide ass open
I'm running like a scalded dog
Tonight is made for living, I ain't dead just yet

If I don't see your face on the south side
Trouble's what you gonna get
Sharp as a straight edge razor
Quick as a switchblade knife

I'm proud to be a son of the south
Till the day I die, there ain't no doubt

Hell yeah, son of the south
Walk it tall and wear it proud
Hell yeah, son of the south
Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah, son of the south
Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
Hell yeah, son of the south
I like my women southern style

Hell yeah, son of the south
Walk it tall and wear it proud
Hell yeah, son of the south
Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah, son of the south
Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
Hell yeah, son of the south
I like my women southern style



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Ingram, Philip Wallace Mc Cormack
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