Intro: () That () red Georgia clay, when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but () here we are ridin' high in that old truck of mine In () deep as we could get Always () looking for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck And slinging that mud everywhere, growin' up down () there () Me and my friends where the deep river bends Had a long rope tied to a tree Takin' () turns on the swing, takin' turns takin' drinks And () I don't mean iced tea ) good buzz later playing chicken with the gators Way too young to be scared, growing up down () And those () turnin' us on () summer long If () swear Well, I'd still be growin' () there Well, () nothin' go on never lasted to long We were good at makin' good times Find a () field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin' Through () both ends of the night Had the () radio on, had a keg in the truck And tryin' to get lucky somewhere Growin' up down () And those () turnin' us on () summer long If () swear Well, I'd still be growin' () there Fiddle Solo And those () turnin' us on () summer long If () swear Well, I'd still be growin' () there Yeah, () fair If you didn't get to do your growin' () there