Down South Drive - Dixieland Throwdown

Call me mister hangin' on a dirt road
Trailer park, I like to call the social club
Out back is where you'll find me
Walk around catch me swinging on the porch swing
I'm a member of the simple life
When it comes to wrong I've done it all twice
And if you asked me if I'd do it again
I'd say hell yeah I'm in

I'm a fan of honky-tonks, cut off jeans
Swimmin' barefoot in a muddy creek
Cold beer in my hand and four by fours kickin' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower south, yeah it's a dixieland throwdown

Call me mister king of killing time
Moonshine and dirty thirties on a Friday night
We drive lifted trucks and muscle cars
We don't pop bottles, we crack jars

I'm a fan of honky-tonks, cut off jeans
Swimmin' barefoot in a muddy creek
Cold beer in my hand and four by fours kickin' up the sand

I'm a fan of honky-tonks, cut off jeans
Swimmin' barefoot in a muddy creek
Cold beer in my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower south, yeah it's a dixieland throwdown

I'm a fan of honky-tonks, cut off jeans
Swimmin' barefoot in a muddy creek
Cold beer in my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower south, yeah it's a dixieland throwdown

Written by:
Richard Moore, Zachary Kennedy

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