| Down in the swamps of Florida is where I feel right at home
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| Hangin' with my Seminole brothers we where trying to roll the bones
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| Drove all night in the pouring rain just to make a dime
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| Headed on up to New Orleans selling prayers and shine
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| Got my laid back living and rainy nights
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| My sweet street justice shining on my life
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| I’m a southern native born and bred when I die by God I’ll be southern dead
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| I got a suitcase full of pictures
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| Reflections of my youth
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| Music is my saving grace
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| My guitar just told the truth
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| Daddy was a Native American man, momma was a southern belle
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| Memphis blues and old tattoos things I know so well
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| Like that laid back living and rainy nights
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| My sweet street justice shining on my life
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| I’m a southern native born and bred when I die by God I’ll be southern dead
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| We’re all celebrated
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| We’re southern to the bone
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| Texas to Carolina I’ll take 95 back home
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| I see the light of the Georgia moon telling me where to go
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| Hear the call of the voodoo child, politician money man
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| Leave alone our sacred land
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| And laid back living and rainy nights
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| My sweet street justice shining on my life
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| I’m a southern native born and bred
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| Southern native born and bred
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| I’m a southern native born and bred when I die by God I’ll be southern dead
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| Southern native born and bred southern native born and bred |