Somewhere South - Michael Ray

I think about blazing heat

I think about small talk

I think about the trash piling up in the back of a truck on cinder blocks

I think about lawn chairs

Watermelon on a paper plate

I think about tea in a pitcher on a porch that’s drowning in sugar cane

Oh I think I need to catch a plane

Somewhere south

Where when they open that smile

They smile, that long, slow drawl falls out

Where I can be me getting lost in a sea of a down home crowd

Oh, I gotta get back down, somewhere south

I think about stars and bars

I think about stubborn pride

And fighting over Fords and Chevy’s

A war damn eagle

Or a crimson tide

And I think about amazing grace

And I think about raising hell

How walking that line’s a bitch

Cause every momma’s gotta switch in the bible belt

Oh I think I need to find myself

Somewhere south

Where when they open that smile

They smile, that long, slow drawl falls out

Where I can be me getting lost in a sea of a down home crowd

Oh, I gotta get back down, somewhere south

Like kudzu on those pines my heart stays wrapped around

My roots my truth my boots, they miss their stomping grounds

Think they wanna run right now, somewhere south

I think about a pretty girl

Wearing my grandma’s ring

And I think about a baby boy

Carrying on my grandpa’s name

And I think I wanna plant that dream

Somewhere south

Somewhere south

Somewhere south