April 21, 2021

Son of the Southland (lyrics)

Son of the Southland

Lyrics by Creed Fisher

My Evinrude and fishing’ pole

A southern belle and a water hole

Thank you Lord, I was born in Dixieland

You can keep those city lights

I’ll take the stars here at night

I’ll fly that Dixie flags as high as I ever can

I still love Hank and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talking smack son,

writing checks you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie kickin’ ass

Cowboy boots and old blue jeans

I’m a country boy and that all I’ll ever be

Hard work, that ain’t new to me

You can beat I’m gonna stand my ground

I don’t want to fight but I ain’t backing down

I’m a bit old school, ya see

I still love Hank and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talking smack son,

writing checks you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie kickin’ ass

I still love Hank and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talking smack son,

writing checks you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie kickin’ ass

Creed Fisher Lyrics
Creed Fisher Lyrics