Deep Down in the South

down here in the southland,

they got that muscle shoals

cornbread and catfish and cane poles

them delta blues still kicked out on transistor radios

raised on love of jesus and rock n' roll

ain't no doubt about it now,

i love it deep down in the south

and it's calling me now, deep down in the south

granny's in the kitchen cooking mustard greens

magnolias bloomin' muscadine and pine trees

them boys down in a pasture drinking homemade shine

rolling up a fatty with trouble on their mind

kinda feels like heaven shining down

back there in big thicket,

you can hear an old hound dog moan

it's that same ol' lonesome sound

that keeps calling me home