Southern Boy

Southern boy, in your pickup truck Seasons change, dashboard stays covered in red clay dust Southern boy, you never been scared to fight Your family name, there’s a lot of things you just don’t compromise Keep singing them songs Keep carrying on, yeah Keep stealing those kisses from your southern belle Keep loving those Friday nights Keep rolling with your buddies, raising a little hell Just don’t cross the line We all know there ain’t nothing like the feeling The way you grew up, Sunday kneeling Like glass bags popping you keep making that noise Southern boy Southern sky, watching over you Looking down on your little town and the hearts that hold your roots Southern boy When the road starts getting rough The wheels you’re on will get you home, no matter how deep the mud So keeping them songs Keep carrying on Keep stealing those kisses from your southern belle Keep loving those Friday nights Keep rolling with your buddies, raising a little hell Just don’t cross the line We all know there ain’t nothing like the feeling The way you grew up, Sunday kneeling Like glass bags popping you keep making that noise Southern boy Keep telling your story So you’ll never be gone Keep carrying on Just keep carrying on Keep stealing those kisses from your southern belle Keep loving those Friday nights Keep rolling with your buddies, raising a little hell Just don’t cross the line We all know there ain’t nothing like the feeling The way you grew up, Sunday kneeling Like glass bags popping you keep making that noise Southern boy Yeah, good ol' southern boy