Son of the South

Racing down the river, the crossroads to Lake Shore Drive Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry Sharp as a straight edge razor Quick as a switchblade knife I'll be pushing it to the limit, baby Till I get to the sweet south side Baby, what a ride Hell yeah, son of the south I walk tall and wear it proud Hell yeah, son of the south Let me hear you say it loud Hell yeah, son of the south Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth Hell yeah, son of the south I like my women southern style, hell yeah A full moon rising up in the sky, hot damn, it's Friday night I got four on the floor and a 357, baby, in a four wheel drive Let's live till tomorrow morning Then we'll get some rest Let's run over it See what happens, baby Yes, and that will be the test Hell yeah, son of the south I walk tall and wear it proud Hell yeah, son of the south Let me hear you say it loud Hell yeah, son of the south Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth Hell yeah, son of the south I like my women southern style, hell yeah Coming into the St. John's River, coming in out of the fog Got troubles, damn I'm wide ass open I'm running like a scalded dog Tonight is made for living, I ain't dead just yet If I don't see your face on the south side Trouble's what you gonna get Sharp as a straight edge razor Quick as a switchblade knife I'm proud to be a son of the south Till the day I die, there ain't no doubt Hell yeah, son of the south Walk it tall and wear it proud Hell yeah, son of the south Let me hear you say it loud Hell yeah, son of the south Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth Hell yeah, son of the south I like my women southern style Hell yeah, son of the south Walk it tall and wear it proud Hell yeah, son of the south Let me hear you say it loud Hell yeah, son of the south Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth Hell yeah, son of the south I like my women southern style