Southern Boy

Well, it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood

When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good

Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude

It's the way my daddy raised me, it's my rebel attitude

I'm a southern boy

Southern born and bred

I've got Sweet Home Alabama

Buzzing all around in my head

I'm right at home in Georgia

Or down in Caroline

Yeah, I'd be happy anywhere

Below that Mason-Dixon line

A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow

Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio

I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes

I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues

I'm a southern boy

I like a rowdy crowd

Put Bocephus on the jukebox

And turn that sucker way up loud

Don't need a reservation

We're just a-having fun

Yeah, it's party time in Dixie

Y'all just come on down and get ya some

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From Rockingham to Birmingham, Mobile to New Orleans

Jacksonville to Copper Hill, Pike to Bowling Green

Layfayette to Somerset, Boone to Rocky Mount

If you don't live in Dixie then you're only camping out

I'm a southern boy

I say my sirs and ma'ams

I'm kinda rough around the edges

But I'm mighty proud of who I am

Yeah, roll on, Mississippi

Rock on, Tennessee

If it was good enough for Elvis

You know it's good enough for me

I said, if it was good enough for Elvis

You know it's good enough for me

Well, if the King was crazy 'bout it

Then you know it's good enough for me