Sons of the South - Brett Myers, The Lacs

It’s that old 39 Beretta

Let’s go

Born south of the Dixie line

Kickin' up dirt in the Florida pines

And we’re proud of this redneck life you see (Everyday)

Giggin' frogs and runnin' dogs

We’re chasin' tail and huntin' hogs

Payin' our dues 'cause nothin' comes for free (Comes for free)

It’s where we’re from we’re never gonna leave

You best believe

We say «hell yeah» when we’re feelin' right

Got enough beer to last all night

When we have a party the whole town knows

We say «yes ma’am» and don’t talk back

Take care of our own and that’s a fact

It’s what we’re about don’t run your mouth

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south

It’s the Lac’s

Y’all show them how you do it

Might live a little rough, might drink a little much

And the back of our neck might be covered in mud

Ain’t no complainin' we just work right through it

Ain’t a damn thing changed, ain’t a damn thing to it

We always keep a filled from the still to the jar

If you know we keep it real from the field to the yard

Our blood is always thicker and we won’t back down

Let’s run them ol' city slickers back to town

Hey, 'cause you hate it if you have to hit a buck shot

It will make your boy’s truck stop

We say «hell yeah» when we’re feelin' right

Got enough beer to last all night

When we have a party the whole town knows

We say «yes ma’am» and don’t talk back

Take care of our own and that’s a fact

It’s what we’re about don’t run your mouth

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south

Got that rebel red runnin' through my veins, thick as honey

Pour a extra little somethin' in my drink, keep it comin'

You can bank on all the yuppies to complain about something

And it seems to me that we all got it made, Southern Comfort

See they wasn’t raised right little bad ass children

That southern livin' probably what they been missin'

Listen I ain’t about to sugar coat it, Mommas and Dads

Don’t be scared to whip your youngins' little ass when they act bad

Then when they come around and figure it out

You’ll have a true southern son of the south (No doubt)

We say «hell yeah» when we’re feelin' right

Got enough beer to last all night

When we have a party the whole town knows

We say «yes ma’am» and don’t talk back

Take care of our own and that’s a fact

It’s what we’re about don’t run your mouth

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south

Might live a little rough, might drink a little much

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south

Might live a little rough, might drink a little much

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south

We say «yes ma’am» and don’t talk back

Take care of our own and that’s a fact

It’s what we’re about don’t run your mouth

When you’re messin' with the son’s of the south