I had a buddy come down 'round last July Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line Said he was headed down south And looking for a real good time I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind" We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line Walked in, man, his eyes got wide And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile He said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north But I ain't never seen nothing like this" And I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women We call these grits" She's a product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money A southern draw with dark tan legs Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mama, daddy and the Lord to death Acting innocent and playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, a girl raised in the south
Man we sit down at the bar and had a couple drinks Breaking his neck just scoping the scene It wasn't long before he had my attention Pointed towards the door He was staring at long legs that ran into boots Her short skirt and her T-shirt didn't have much use So she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning As she made her way out to the floor Had all the jealous girls looking all saying "She ain't nothin' but a", oh my God, she just broke it down low
A product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money A southern draw with dark tan legs Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get And the girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money A southern draw with dark tan legs Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just acting innocent and playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, a girl raised in the south
[00:22.890] [00:24.260]I had a buddy come down 'round last July [00:27.880]Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line [00:30.250]Said he was headed down south [00:32.040]And looking for a real good time [00:36.050]I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind" [00:39.100]We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line [00:42.630]Walked in, man, his eyes got wide [00:44.440]And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile [00:50.360]He said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north [00:53.820]But I ain't never seen nothing like this" [00:56.080]And I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women [01:00.220]We call these grits" [01:02.400]She's a product of being raised in the country [01:05.640]She knows her roots and works hard for her money [01:08.920]A southern draw with dark tan legs [01:11.100]Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred [01:13.900]Now she loves her mama, daddy and the Lord to death [01:16.840]Acting innocent and playing hard to get [01:20.020]With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town [01:23.000]Grits, man, a girl raised in the south [01:30.000] [01:37.170]Man we sit down at the bar and had a couple drinks [01:40.670]Breaking his neck just scoping the scene [01:43.060]It wasn't long before he had my attention [01:45.360]Pointed towards the door [01:48.900]He was staring at long legs that ran into boots [01:51.830]Her short skirt and her T-shirt didn't have much use [01:54.920]So she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up [02:00.590]She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning [02:03.510]As she made her way out to the floor [02:06.530]Had all the jealous girls looking all saying [02:09.020]"She ain't nothin' but a", oh my God, she just broke it down low [02:10.000] [02:12.480]A product of being raised in the country [02:15.340]She knows her roots and works hard for her money [02:18.640]A southern draw with dark tan legs [02:20.940]Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred [02:23.720]Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death [02:26.630]Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get [02:29.950]And the girls tonight, man, they're out on the town [02:32.740]Grits, man, a girl raised in the south [02:39.040] [02:59.040]She's a product of being raised in the country [03:01.970]She knows her roots and works hard for her money [03:05.310]A southern draw with dark tan legs [03:07.420]Ain't nothing like a woman southern born and bred [03:10.230]Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death [03:13.160]Just acting innocent and playing hard to get [03:16.470]With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town [03:19.480]Grits, man, a girl raised in the south [03:25.480]
