Way Down South

I grew up working on a farm, way down south

I went to school against my will, way down south

I kissed girls and I shot squirrels, out behind my house

I learned a lot about this world, way down south

I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down south

I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down south

I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house

You will always find my heart, way down south

Clothes on a clothes line, hanging in the sunshine

A garden growing in the ground

Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound

People driving past when I'm cutting grass, waving at every single one

That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south

Way down south

Swimming in the creek with all my friends, way down south

Praying them days would never end, way down south

Give me a worm and a fishing pole, I'll pull a fish on out

Those memories will never get old, way down south

Clothes on a clothes line, hanging in the sunshine

A garden growing in the ground

Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol' sound

People driving past when I'm cutting grass, waving at every single one

That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south

That's the way it's done when you come from, way down south

Way down south, way down south

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Yeah, way on down