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

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, no, I ain't forgot

I was raised on Southern Rock

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

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, no, I ain't forgot

I was raised on Southern

Rock 'n' roll

Crush 'n' run backroads

If you get it, then you get it, if you don't, then you don't

So, when my time's done on this one, God willin'

Play a little "Sweet Home," bury me down in it, yeah

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

It's "Freebird" singin' from a bar crowd choir

Preacher just a preachin' 'bout brimstone and fire

Yeah, it's who I am, where I stand, no, I ain't forgot

I was raised on Southern Rock, yeah

I was raised on Southern-

Raised on Southern Rock