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I had a buddy come down 'round last July
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Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line
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Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
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I said, "man come on I got a place in mind."
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We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line.
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Walked in man his eyes got wide
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And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile.
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He said, "man, we got some pretty women up north
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But I aint never seen nothing like this."
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I said, "man, these here aint ordanary women.
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We call these grits."
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Shes a product of being raised in the country.
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She knows her roots and works hard for her money.
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A southern draw with dark tan legs.
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Aint nuttin like a woman southern born and bred.
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Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death.
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Acting innocent and playing hard to get
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With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town.
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Prettiest thing, a girl raisied in the south.
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Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks.
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Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene.
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Wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door.
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He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots.
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Her short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have much use.
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But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up.
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She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning
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As she made her way out to the floor.
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Had all the jealous girls lookin all sayin
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"She ain't nothin' but a.."
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Oh my God, she just broke it down low.
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Product of being raised in the country.
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She knows her roots and works hard for her money.
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A southern draw with dark tan legs.
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Aint nuttin like a woman southern born and bred.
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Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death.
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Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get
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With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town.
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Prettiest thing, a girl raisied in the south.
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Shes a product of being raised in the country.
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She knows her roots and works hard for her money.
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Southern draw with dark tan legs.
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Aint nuttin like a woman southern born and bred.
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Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death.
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She's acting innocent but playing hard to get
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With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town.
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Prettiest thing, a girl raisied in the south.
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G.R.I.T.S.
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| Brantley Gilbert |
