Growin' Up Down There

The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain

Sure made for one nasty mess

Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine

In deep as we could get

Always looking for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck

And slinging that mud everywhere, growin' up down there

Me and my friends where the deep river bends

Had a long rope tied to a tree

Takin' turns on the swing, takin' turns takin' drinks

And I don't mean iced tea

A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators

Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on

Keepin' things hot all summer long

If I could go back in a second, I swear

Well. I'd still be growin' up down there

We'll, nothin' going on never lasted too long

We were good at makin' good times

Find a field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin'

Through both ends of the night

Had the radio up, had a keg in the truck

And tryin' to get lucky somewhere

Growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on

Keepin' things hot all summer long

If I could go back in a second, I swear

Well. I'd still be growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin' us on

Keepin' things hot all summer long

If I could go back in a second, I swear

Well. I'd still be growin' up down there

Yeah, lookin' back now, man, it don't seem fair

If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there