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Brantley Gilbert – Son Of The Dirty South Lyrics

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Tatted up, Im gassed up
Im throwed off and Im buck wild
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south

This that southern playalistic
Willie smokin whiskey sippin
Southern like my mommas kitchen
Gravy biscuit, fried chicken
Backroads Im still trippin
Wood wheel Im still grippin
Stand strong no ass kissin
Ol school ass whippin

Come from the bottom nothin is a problem
Say get em I got em, I promise
My roots are blue collar
Them boys from the holler
Do anything that they can just for a dollar
Pitbulls in the yard, broken down cars
Im like, Fuck it, Im high
I pull up trailer park pimpin
With a double-wide dime

Cause Im a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin
Mama washin out my dirty mouth
And pickin switches
Im a hell raisin rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin, drinkin, smokin hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, Im gassed up
Im throwed off and Im buck wild
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south

Im from a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6 and Kid Rock
Johnny Cash, all black, this that old school flavor
Sippin somethin rippin more lines than notebook paper
Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again
Bad boy, we all know good women love troubled men
Got that music cranked loud we wont turn shit down
Peaceful people but believe it we gon burn shit down

Cause Im a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin
Mama washin out my dirty mouth
And pickin switches
Im a hell raisin rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin, drinkin, smokin hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, Im gassed up
Im throwed off and Im buck wild
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south

You know some folks wont change
We stand for the flag and kneel to pray
Its the land of the free because of the brave
From the cradle to the grave
Were made in the USA

Yeah, Im a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin
Mama washin out my dirty mouth
And pickin switches
Im a hell raisin rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin, drinkin, smokin hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, Im gassed up
Im throwed off and Im buck wild
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south
Loud and rowdy, Im a son of the dirty south

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