Paroles de Southern Rock
It was a limestone stone skippin' on a creekIt 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, and 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, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern
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
'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
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, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern
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
