Southern Man Lyrics

There's whiskey bottles

And leave weeping willow trees

The smell of fresh cut grass

Riding on the breeze

Grandma has a pie cooling

On the windowsill

Got the top down

I'm behind the wheel

There's a Skynyrd song

On my radio

Cruising these back roads

With no place to go

I'm southern born

And southern bred

Thank you God for making me

A place to go

Hollywood points fingers

Across this land

Trying to make old Dixie

Vanish in quicksand

I'm southern born

And southern bred

Thank you God for making me

A southern man

Kicking back in the shade

Fishing in the creek

Hell I have it made

As far as I can see

Who cares about what's going on

In the Middle East

When there's bonfire, beer

And the woman sitting next to me

Yes, I like to work

On old junk cars

I like a lighting fires

In my backyard

Oh, I like sipping on

Jack and coke

Watching the flames and

Dodging the smoke

Got a catfish frying

In my pan

Thank you God for making me

A southern man

I'm southern born

And southern bred

Thank you God for making me

A southern man

One more time y'all

Thank you God for making me

A southern man

Thank you God for making me

A southern man