Billy Currington - Growin' Up Down There lyrics
[Billy Currington - Growin' Up Down There lyrics]
That red Georgia clay when
Mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were riding high in
The old truck of mine
In deep as we could get
Always looking for a rut
Trying not to get stuck
And swinging that mud everywhere
Growing up down there
Me and my friends where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Taking turns on a swing
Taking turns taking drinks
And I don't mean iced tea
A good buzz later playing
Chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared
Growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
Well, nothing going on ever lasted too long
We were good at making good times
Find a field spread the word
Keep a bonfire burning
Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
Trying to get lucky somewhere
Growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
Yeah, looking back now man it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do
Your growing up down there
Mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were riding high in
The old truck of mine
In deep as we could get
Always looking for a rut
Trying not to get stuck
And swinging that mud everywhere
Growing up down there
Me and my friends where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Taking turns on a swing
Taking turns taking drinks
And I don't mean iced tea
A good buzz later playing
Chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared
Growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
Well, nothing going on ever lasted too long
We were good at making good times
Find a field spread the word
Keep a bonfire burning
Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
Trying to get lucky somewhere
Growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growing up down there
Yeah, looking back now man it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do
Your growing up down there