Southern Boy

Well it's easy for a country boy to be misunderstood When the honky tonks are jumping and the girls are looking good Yeah, I get excited and some people think I'm rude It's the way my daddy raised me it's my rebel attitude I'm a southern boy, southern born and bred I've got Sweet Home Alabama buzzing all around in my head I'm right at home in Georgia or down in Caroline Yeah I'd be happy anywhere below that Mason-Dixon line A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues Chorus 2: I'm a southern boy, I like a rowdy crowd Put Bocephus on the jukebox and turn that sucker way up loud Don't need a reservation, we're just a-having fun Yeah it's party time in Dixie, ya'll just come on down and get ya some Solo From Rockingham to Birmingham, Mobile to New Orleans Jacksonville to Copper Hill, Pike to Bowling Green Layfayette to Somerset, Boone to Rocky Mount If you don't live in Dixie then you're only camping out Chorus 3: I'm a southern boy, I say my sirs and ma'ams I'm kinda rough around the edges but I'm mighty proud of who I am Roll on Mississippi rock on Tennessee If it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me I said, if it was good enough for Elvis you know it's good enough for me Well if the King was crazy 'bout it then you know it's good enough for me