Lyrics Son of the Southland - Creed Fisher

Son of the Southland

My Evinrude and fishing pole
A southern belle in a water hole
Thank you, Lord, I was born in Dixieland
You can keep those city lights
I take the stars here at night
And fly that Dixie flag as high as I can
I still love Hank, and I still love Jones
My baby looks best with nothing on
Don’t be talkin' smack, son
Writin' cheques that you can’t cash
I’m a son of the Southland
Down in Dixie, kickin' ass
Cowboy boots and ol' blue jeans
A country boy is all I’ll ever be
Hard work, that ain’t new to me
You can bet I’m gonna stand my ground
I don’t wanna fight, but I ain’t backin' down
I’m a little bit old school, you see
I still love Hank, and I still love Jones
My baby looks best with nothing on
Don’t be talkin' smack, son
Writin' cheques that you can’t cash
I’m a son of the Southland
Down in Dixie, kickin' ass
I still love Hank, and I still love Jones
My baby looks best with nothing on
Don’t be talkin' smack, son
Writin' cheques that you can’t cash
I’m a son of the Southland
Down in Dixie, kickin' ass