About The South - Rodney Atkins

Fried pickles, drunk chicken, crawfishin’in the creek.

Wild Turkey, deer jerky, tough as Tarzan’s feet.

Hot women, skinny swimmin’barely bellybutton deep

Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea

Hay loft lovin’in the holler 'hind the house

No doubt about it, what I love about the South

Loretta Lynn, Maker’s Mark, it’s Kentucky as can be Jack Daniel’s, Dolly Parton hold the hills of Tennessee

Finger pickin', bluegrass blowin’in the wind around here

We believe the Book of John and we drive John Deeres

The Devil came to Georgia, Mr. Daniels showed him out

No doubt about it, what I love about the South

What I love (what I love)

About the South (about the South)

If you need a Dixie Fix just a’come on down

It’s what I love (what I love)

About the South (about the South)

Southern Belles with a drawl make you stop and drop your jaw, come on y’all,

shut your mouth…

It’s what I love about the South.

Grew up down here and it’s where I’ll grow my kids

Old Mc Donald had a daughter, get 'er done, got 'er did

Corn grows in rows on a cob, and flows from a jar, in a Rocky Top bar.

A little fountain from the mountain even made the Possum shout

What I love about the South

What I love (what I love)

About the South (about the South)

If you need a Dixie Fix just a’come on down

What I love (what I love)

About the South (about the South)

Southern Belles with a drawl make you stop and drop your jaw, come on y’all,

shut your mouth…

It’s what I love about the South.

(Sung to the tune of Dixie)

It’s what I love, what I love, what I love, about the South

See y’all!