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