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• Artiste: Kip Moore
• Titre: Southern Son
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I'm a Southern son, no matter where I run Another Dixie Child, Mississippi River wild I'm a Southern son, baptized in his crimson mud I'll always claim the ground where I come from, I'm a Southern son I'm a try and rise above her, I'm a keeper of my brother My mother, now that Daddy's gone I'm a cusser, I'm a prayer, I'm a get-in-my-wayer I'm stubborn as a day is long Had to pay a little bail at the Macon County jail when my buddy lost a barroom fight I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, I'm a pour-a-shot-and-taker At the end of every day and night I'm a Southern son, no matter where I run Another Dixie Child, Mississippi River wild I'm a Southern son, baptized in his crimson mud I'll always claim the ground where I come from, 'cause I'm a Southern son Her blue eyes called me up in BC, worked her northern magic on me Had to say goodbye to being free Someday, I'll probably take her hand, sink some roots down in the sand In Georgia or Tennessee 'Cause I'm a Southern son, no matter where I run Another Dixie Child, Mississippi River wild Yeah, I'm a Southern son, baptized in his crimson mud I'll always claim the ground where I come from, 'cause I'm a Southern son Yeah, son Yeah, son Yeah, son I've been a loner on my own, a damn rolling stone Kind of feeling like those days are gone Traveled on the gravel all around this world Think it's time I go and raise me one Son A little Southern son Yeah, son A little Southern son