Southern Thing Song Lyrics

He's Levi's and Redman chew,
got gravel dust on Justin boots,
hear the asphalt make the mud tires whine
as he rolls through town on a 409

Marshall Tucker, Big belt buckle
plain white T shows off the muscle
CB handle explodes, pipes rumble,
headed to the field down Moore Rd.

It's just who he is, he's a true blue country boy
ain't afraid to waive the flag, ain't afraid to make some noise

Down Here we let it all go
flying wide open down a red dirt road
With the trucks jacked up and the music loud
we get wound up when the sun goes down
we know just who we are, ain't afraid of battle scars
it's Lynyrd Skynryd, sweet tea, and Golden Grain