When that old sun goes down across Dixie Land look out
The good old boys come out of the woods
And the girls sneak out of the house
And they all get together and they roll
Their own and drink that Tennessee shine
And when the sun comes up in the
Morning Lord everybody's southern fried
They love Richard Petty and Conway Twitty and Charlie Daniels Band
Diggin' frogs and howl 'bout dem dogs and roll tide through Alabam
They love Black Jack, Whiskey kiss my
Grits and Nashville Saturday night
Take me back to Dixie Lord I wanna get southern fried
Well over in Rockingham right now they're racing their cars
And in Muscle Shoals they're laying it on picking them hot guitars
In every little joint from Hattiesburg to Charleston South Caroline
Everybody's saying hot dang baby let's get southern fried
They love Richard Petty and Conway Twitty and Charlie Daniels Band
Diggin' frogs and howl 'bout dem dogs and roll tide through Alabam
They love Black Jack, Whiskey kiss my
Grits and Nashville Saturday night
Take me back to Dixie Lord I wanna get southern fried
Well they love Law and Order and the
Coal Miner's Daughter Miss Loretta Lynn
Rock 'n' roll and bless my soul and Baton Rouge is the tiger's den
Elvis Presley's still the king they say so with pride
Take me back to Dixie Lord I wanna get southern fried
I said take me back to Dixie cook me extra crispy
Lay me out and pronounce me southern fried
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