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Hardy - Boy From The South Lyrics



Hardy - Boy From The South Lyrics
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[ Featuring Cole Swindell, Dustin Lynch ]

(Cole Swindell)
Little Royal Pine Tree on the dashboard (skrrt)
Little John Boy and Billy on the FM
Might win a hundred dollars if he's the fifth caller
And names the bass player from Zeppelin (Jimmy J, uh)

Big dip spittin' in a Big Gulp cup (yeah)
Little honey bun breakfast, sun comin' on up
'Bout to punch it in, 'bout to knock it out
Five o'clock it out and head back to the house

And hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south

DL, tell 'em 'bout it one time, son
Mama taught middle school, daddy sold Michelins
Learned to act right from some backside discipline
Raised in the heat (yup), rockin' bare feet (yup)
Cools off in the catfish creek he's fishing in
You won't find him in Marina del Rey
His roots run deep in the Bible Belt

Hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the

Dirty dirty, 30 degrees is too cold
Eatin' meat and three fried green tomatoes
Writin' "We Want Bama" on the back windshield
Singin', "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel," hey
To the Cumberland Gap, uh

Hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair (that's right)
I'm talkin' down-home brother (come on)
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth (that's right)
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south

Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
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(Cole Swindell)
Little Royal Pine Tree on the dashboard (skrrt)
Little John Boy and Billy on the FM
Might win a hundred dollars if he's the fifth caller
And names the bass player from Zeppelin (Jimmy J, uh)

Big dip spittin' in a Big Gulp cup (yeah)
Little honey bun breakfast, sun comin' on up
'Bout to punch it in, 'bout to knock it out
Five o'clock it out and head back to the house

And hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south

DL, tell 'em 'bout it one time, son
Mama taught middle school, daddy sold Michelins
Learned to act right from some backside discipline
Raised in the heat (yup), rockin' bare feet (yup)
Cools off in the catfish creek he's fishing in
You won't find him in Marina del Rey
His roots run deep in the Bible Belt

Hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair
I'm talkin' down-home brother
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the

Dirty dirty, 30 degrees is too cold
Eatin' meat and three fried green tomatoes
Writin' "We Want Bama" on the back windshield
Singin', "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel," hey
To the Cumberland Gap, uh

Hey, he's in every little po-dunk square
Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair (that's right)
I'm talkin' down-home brother (come on)
Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other
Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch
Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out
Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth (that's right)
Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south

Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, messin' with a boy from the south
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
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Writer: Brett Tyler Mikkelson, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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