Lyrics:
Just sittin' around that campfire
More moonshine than a dump truck
Some southern boys with them southern toys
We shoot the moon 'til the sun's up
Got
money
Southern drawl and dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death
All
here baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice
I wanna live, I wanna die, under the light of the great Southern Sky
I wanna run, straight through the night, chasing the stars with a heart open
Ain't nothin better then southern Cali weather
From spring to the summer to the middle of December
Never need a sweater cause it barely gets cold
I
Southern nights
have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so.
Times were rough when times were lean
Most the time nobody seemed to care
No more peace than a southern breeze
Whistling through the willow trees
old southern boys
Still got that same old, same old southern voice
We're singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown
The one her uncle Bobby took apart
Anybody's guess if and when
It'll ever get put together again
Yes, she's
Cold black water
She's southern comfort
will ever get to know me well.
I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella
On the shore of the southern sea.
I will be a mystery to everyone.
I
I'm a Southern Gospel fan
What a beautiful day
For a Southern Gospel song
Like Had It Not Been'
Or Farther Along'
Jesus Is Coming Soon'
He'll Hold
of your back
I see that Ole Miss tattoo
Baby I love the southern side of you
Come on
Well up on the north side
I get lost in your eyes
And on your
On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie
Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly
I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern
On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie
Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly
I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern
If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made
I'd probably run for President of the Southern States
The day Elvis passed away would be our
Heard those voices again
Southern California
Dreams wake up for ya
And when you wake up here
You wake up everywhere
In the flow of the ocean
the pain
The heartache and strain we can still remain friends
Something about a southern girl
Make me feel right
In a Mississippi morning
She's
There's a southern accent
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But
And I got a good job in Nashville
No way they can pay me enough
For grindin' up tobacco leaves
Making brut and snuff
Southern comfort is killin' me
There's a southern accent, where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But
Have your tickets ready please and don't forget to check your grid
And I'm a leavin' on another one of my hurried southern trips
These big wheels roll in
There's a southern accent
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything
There's a southern accent, where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything
baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Well it's a southern summer
Whisky's in the air, dogs on the burner
Beers ice cold and got
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