5 o’clock it’s time to go, gotta hit the road,
And see my friends for the weekend,
Yeah I’m heading back home again
Gotta pick her up, in my ole truck,
Pack your bag and grab a spit cup,
For the road trip, get a little dip,
And that coolers full of ice
- Gonna put that pedal to the ground, and we’re headed down...
South, where the music we crank it up
Country living yeah that’s wus sup
And there’s, turnip greens and mama’s baked beans
And we make a living my any means
I love, my girl riding next to me, on the front seat,
Of my ’64, makes me want her more
Yeah me and my baby just hangin’ out down south
Mama needs some help in the kitchen, finger lickin’ yeah I love that chicken
Everybody’s gonna gather ‘round, as heads bow down, and we say grace
Daddy talks about the things we did, when we were kids He never spared the rod, we had to get a job, when we were old enough
He said it’s time that we grew up
- But when that weekend came around, we couldn’t settle down...
South, where the music we crank it up,
Country living yeah that’s wus sup
And we we’re, drinking wine in the summertime
And we head to the river + swing on a vine
I love, my girl got her hand on my knee, riding next to me, In my ’64, and I want her more
Yeah me and my baby just hang in out down south
Bridge:
Yeah I think we turned out alright, but deep inside, I thank God I’m still alive
Down south, I still crank my music up, I’m living right yeah that’s wus sup
I try to do nobody wrong,
I make a living outta writing songs
I love, doing anything I can, for a friend, cause that’s American
Ain’t nothing better in this world,
Than me & my girl, down south
Repeat Chorus # 1
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