All my rowdy country friends around here

We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminisce about these days, man, I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up so high

We gotta lock 'em down in a four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes 'round here

I'm talkin' 'bout the Southern Land

Grab a six pack son, go hop in the back

E'rybody 'round here know where the parties at

Down a real, long road on private land

Passed down to me from my old man

Yeah, we get roudy, crank it up too loud

Southern pride still makes me proud

Them long legs still drive me wild

When there's nowhere to go, just drivin' 'round

Ain't nothin' like a sunset, singin' on down

With a Sunkist, girl settin' eyes on me

Take a picture for the moment so the time will freeze

If you're looking for me, you know where I'll be

Beneath these hollers, hills and trees

My kids gonna do that same old thing

Same old song, same guitar, just different strings

All my rowdy country friends around here

We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminisce about these days, man, I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up so high

We gotta lock 'em down in a four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes 'round here

I'm talkin' 'bout the Southern Land

You can take me out of the country

But you can't take it out of me

See these roots in my vein are different

Than any other human I can see

How it was, is how it is

Ain't nothin' gonna change 'bout the way we live

I'm still runnin' around that same ol' kid

Barefoot and all just gained some years

Lemme tell ya 'bout a back road

Talkin' 'bout the ones that we still ride on

In a little bitty town nothin' going around

Just romance with the lights on

Back pew believer, I'm an underachiever

Just a good ol' boy turned to a singer

All my rowdy country friends around here

We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer

We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer

I reminisce about these days, man, I get a chill

We keep our trucks lifted up, so high

We gotta lock 'em down in a four-wheel drive

Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, 'round here

I'm talkin' 'bout the Southern Land

(That's right)

Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land

Ooh, I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land

I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land

I'm talkin' 'bout that Southern Land