Dustin Lee Martin - Southern Child

Raised up in the south land
Muddy water in my veins
Raised on catfish and cornbread
My head's as hard as gumbo clay
You meet a lot of good people
When you travel like I do
But ain't no place like home
Don't it still ring true

This one's for my people in the backwoods and the mountains
The flatlands and the swamps where we reside
And old times in them fields of cotton, Lord, they won't ever be forgotten
But I thank the Lord I was born a Southern child

I like sittin' out on the river
Watchin' muddy water roll
A big ol' fire down a gravel
Don't it make me feel at home
And them down home southern girls, Lord, have mercy
Got me feelin' like I do
We love that moonshine whiskey
Don't it get us barefoot and loose

This one's for my people in the backwoods and the mountains
The flatlands and the swamps where we reside
And old times in them fields of cotton, Lord, they won't ever be forgotten
But I thank the Lord I was born a Southern child

Yeah, I thank the Lord I was born....a Southern child

Written by:
Dustin Martin

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