Rodney Atkins True South
[Verse 1]
We don't smoke meth, smoke brisket
Learned young what a .30-06 is
Girls cut they own cut off britches
Melt boys like butter on a cat head biscuit
Mm-mm good
It's goin' down any ol' neck of the woods
[Pre-Chorus]
'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap
Tractor in the front, party in the back
[Chrous]
We are the true south, baptized with a cotton mouth
Deep in the way out, redneck with a blue hound
Ain't no concrete cowboys ridin' round down here
Buncha backwood plow-boys tillin' rust on an old John Deere
We are the true south
We are the true south
[Verse 2]
Carhartt sittin' in a church pew
Thank God for the mud on our work boots
Youngins running wild like kudzu
Dog nappin' on the bale 'neath the lean-to
Raised on hard work, grits, and grace
Homemade right here in the USA, amen
[Chrous]
We are the true south, baptized with a cotton mouth
Deep in the way out, redneck with a blue hound
Ain't no concrete cowboys ridin' round down here
Buncha backwood plow-boys tillin' rust on an old John Deere
We are the true south
We are the true south
[Bridge]
'Round the barn and a bend in the Cumberland Gap
Yeah tractor in the front, party in the back
[Chrous]
We are the true south, baptized with a cotton mouth
Deep in the way out, redneck with a blue hound
Ain't no concrete cowboys ridin' round down here
Buncha backwood plow-boys tillin' rust on an old John Deere
We are the true south
We are the true south
[Outro]
We don't smoke meth, smoke brisket
Learned young what a .30-06 is
Homemade right here in the USA
We are the true south
We are the true south
