Taylor Ray Holbrook – Southern Land lyrics

[Chorus: Taylor Ray Holbrook]
All my rowdy country friends around here
We like to meet at the hollar, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up so high
We kinda like 'em down into four-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes
'Round here, I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Grab a six-pack son, go hop in the back
Everybody 'round here know where the party's at
Down a real long road on private land
Passed down to me from my old man
Yeah, we get rowdy, crank it up too loud
Southern pride still makes me proud
Them long legs still drive me wild
When there's nowhere to go just drivin' 'round
Ain't nothin' like a sunset sittin' on down with a sun-kissed girl sittin' eyes on me
Take a picture for the moment so time will freeze
If you're lookin' for me, you'll know where I'll be
Beneath these hollars, hills, and trees
My kids gonna do that same 'ol thing
Same 'ol song, same guitar, just different strings

[Chorus: Taylor Ray Holbrook]
All my rowdy country friends around here
We like to meet at the hollar, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up so high
We kinda like 'em down into four-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes
'Round here, I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

[Verse 2: Taylor Ray Holbrook]
You can take me out of the country, but you can't take it out of me
See these roots in my veins trying to do it different that any human eye can see (See)
How it was is how it is, ain't nothin' gonna change 'bout the way we live
I'm still runnin' around, that same old kid
Barefoot and all, just gained some years (Yup)
Let me tell you 'bout a backroad
Talk about the ones that we still ride on
In a little bitty town nothin' goin' around romance with the lights on
Back pew believer, I'm an underachiever
Just a good 'ol boy turned to a singer

[Chorus: Taylor Ray Holbrook & Upchurch]
All my rowdy country friends around here
We like to meet at the hollar, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminiscence about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up so high
We kinda like 'em down into four-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes
'Round here, I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land

[Outro: Taylor Ray Holbrook]
That's right
Whoa
I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land
Yeah
Whoa
I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land
I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land
I'm talkin' 'bout the southern land