Southern Boy

Well, it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood
When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good
Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude
It's the way my daddy raised me, it's my rebel attitude

I'm a southern boy
Southern born and bred
I've got Sweet Home Alabama
Buzzing all around in my head

I'm right at home in Georgia
Or down in Caroline
Yeah, I'd be happy anywhere
Below that Mason-Dixon line

A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow
Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio
I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes
I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues

I'm a southern boy
I like a rowdy crowd
Put Bocephus on the jukebox
And turn that sucker way up loud

Don't need a reservation
We're just a-having fun
Yeah, it's party time in Dixie
Y'all just come on down and get ya some

From Rockingham to Birmingham, Mobile to New Orleans
Jacksonville to Copper Hill, Pike to Bowling Green
Layfayette to Somerset, Boone to Rocky Mount
If you don't live in Dixie then you're only camping out

I'm a southern boy
I say my sirs and ma'ams
I'm kinda rough around the edges
But I'm mighty proud of who I am

Yeah, roll on, Mississippi
Rock on, Tennessee
If it was good enough for Elvis
You know it's good enough for me

I said, if it was good enough for Elvis
You know it's good enough for me
Well, if the King was crazy 'bout it
Then you know it's good enough for me