Josh Turner - Way Down South lyrics
[Josh Turner - Way Down South lyrics]
I grew up working on a farm, way down South
I went to school against my will
Way down South i kissed girls and I shot
Squirrels out behind my house
I learned a lot about this world
Way down South
I went to church, sang a lot of hymns
Way down South
I learned to work on my pickup truck
Way down South
I played my guitar under the stars
Out behind our house
You will always find my heart, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line
Hanging in the sunshine
A garden growing in the ground
Country music on the radio
Talk about a good old sound
People driving pass when I'm cutting grass
Waving at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from
Way down South way down South
Swimming in the creek with all my friends
Way down South
Praying them days would never end
Way down South
Give me a worm and a fishing pole
I'll pull a fish on out
Those memories will never get old
Way down South
Clothes on a clothes line
Hanging in the sunshine
A garden growing in the ground
Country music on the radio
Talk about a good old sound
People driving pass when I'm cutting grass
Waving at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from
Way down South way down South
M-m-m-mmmm yeah, way on down
I went to school against my will
Way down South i kissed girls and I shot
Squirrels out behind my house
I learned a lot about this world
Way down South
I went to church, sang a lot of hymns
Way down South
I learned to work on my pickup truck
Way down South
I played my guitar under the stars
Out behind our house
You will always find my heart, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line
Hanging in the sunshine
A garden growing in the ground
Country music on the radio
Talk about a good old sound
People driving pass when I'm cutting grass
Waving at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from
Way down South way down South
Swimming in the creek with all my friends
Way down South
Praying them days would never end
Way down South
Give me a worm and a fishing pole
I'll pull a fish on out
Those memories will never get old
Way down South
Clothes on a clothes line
Hanging in the sunshine
A garden growing in the ground
Country music on the radio
Talk about a good old sound
People driving pass when I'm cutting grass
Waving at every single one
That's the way it's done when you come from
Way down South way down South
M-m-m-mmmm yeah, way on down