Son Of The Dirty South
Brantley Gilbert, Jelly Roll
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Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south This that southern playalistic Willie smokin', whiskey sippin' Southern like my mama's kitchen Gravy biscuits, fried chicken, Backroads, I'm still tippin' Wood wheel, I'm still grippin' Stand strong, no ass kissin' Ol' school ass whippin' Come from the bottom nothin' is a problem Say get 'em, I got 'em, I promise My roots are blue-collar Them boys from the holler Do anything that they can just for a dollar Pit bulls in the yard, broken down cars I'm like f*ck it, I'm high I pull up trailer park pimpin' With a double wide dime 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth Pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel That you better never tread on Gun totin' drinkin', smokin', Hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south I'm from a place where they mix rock, county, and hip-hop Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black It's that old-school flavor Sippin' something Rippin' more lines than notebook paper Outlaw spirit My middle finger stuck up again Bad boy We all know good women love troubled men Got that music cranked loud We won't turn shit down Peaceful people but believe it, we gon' burn shit down Oh, I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth Pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun totin', drinkin', smokin', Hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south You know some folks won't change Who stand for the flag and kneel to pray It's the land of the free because of the brave From the cradle to the grave We were made in the USA Yeah, I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' Mama washin' out my dirty mouth Pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun totin', drinkin', smokin' Hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south (dirty south) Loud and rowdy I'm a son of the dirty south
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Written by: Andrew Baylis, Brantley Keith Gilbert, Jason Bradley De Ford
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