Brantley Gilbert - G.R.I.T.S.
I had a buddy come down'round last July
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon Line
Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mind
We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in, man, his eyes got wide
And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up north
But I ain't never seen nothing like this
I said, Man, these here ain't ordinary women
We call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks
Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots
Her short skirt and her t shirt didn't have much use
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning
As she made her way out to the floor
Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying
She ain't nothin' but a
Oh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
She's acting innocent but playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon Line
Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mind
We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in, man, his eyes got wide
And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up north
But I ain't never seen nothing like this
I said, Man, these here ain't ordinary women
We call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks
Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots
Her short skirt and her t shirt didn't have much use
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning
As she made her way out to the floor
Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying
She ain't nothin' but a
Oh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
She's acting innocent but playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
I had a buddy come down'round last July
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon Line
Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mind
We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in, man, his eyes got wide
And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up north
But I ain't never seen nothing like this
I said, Man, these here ain't ordinary women
We call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks
Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots
Her short skirt and her t shirt didn't have much use
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning
As she made her way out to the floor
Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying
She ain't nothin' but a
Oh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
She's acting innocent but playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon Line
Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mind
We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line
Walked in, man, his eyes got wide
And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up north
But I ain't never seen nothing like this
I said, Man, these here ain't ordinary women
We call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks
Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene
It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots
Her short skirt and her t shirt didn't have much use
But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning
As she made her way out to the floor
Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying
She ain't nothin' but a
Oh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the country
She knows her roots and works hard for her money
A southern drawl with dark tan legs
Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred
Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death
She's acting innocent but playing hard to get
With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town
Grits, man a girl raised in the south
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