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brantleygilbert


I had a buddy come down 'round last July
Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line
Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time
I said man c'mon I got a place in mind
And we pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in man his eyes got wide
and when his jaw hit the floor all I could do was smile
He said, "Man we got some pretty women up North, but I ain't never seen nothin like this,"
and I said, "Man these here ain't ordinary women, we call these GRITS"

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She's a product of bein' raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tanned legs
Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death
playin' hard to get
With the girls tonight, man their out on the town
GRITS, man a girl raised in the South


He sat down at the bar and had a couple drinks
Breakin' his neck just scopin' the scene
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin at long legs and boots, short skirt, and t shirt didn't have much use
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turnin
Boy eyes was burnin as she made her way out to the floor
Had the jealous girls lookin aw sayin
She ain't nothin but a-oh my god she just broke it down low!


Product of bein' raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tanned legs
Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death
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Lyrics submitted by Brooke.