Southern Rock Travis Denning (Ft. HARDY)
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[Verse 1]
It was a limestone stone skippin' on a creek
It was a Cherokee arrowhead buried on the bank in the weeds
Like every red clay brick laid in that ten percent paid two-story cul-de-sac house
Every piece of me is straight out of that ground
[Chorus]
From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern Rock
[Verse 2]
It was a backseat bottle poured on 'em, goin' straight to your head (Yeah)
It was a medicine bottle slidin' up a six-string neck
It was grandaddy's name chiseled in slate when the good Lord finally called him home
No, it ain't always pretty, but it's all I know
[Chorus]
From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern
It was a limestone stone skippin' on a creek
It was a Cherokee arrowhead buried on the bank in the weeds
Like every red clay brick laid in that ten percent paid two-story cul-de-sac house
Every piece of me is straight out of that ground
[Chorus]
From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern Rock
[Verse 2]
It was a backseat bottle poured on 'em, goin' straight to your head (Yeah)
It was a medicine bottle slidin' up a six-string neck
It was grandaddy's name chiseled in slate when the good Lord finally called him home
No, it ain't always pretty, but it's all I know
[Chorus]
From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern
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