There's whiskey bottles
And leave weeping willow trees
The smell of fresh cut grass
Riding on the breeze

Grandma has a pie cooling
On the windowsill
Got the top down
I'm behind the wheel

There's a Skynyrd song
On my radio
Cruising these back roads
With no place to go

I'm southern born
And southern bred
Thank you God for making me
A place to go

Hollywood points fingers
Across this land
Trying to make old Dixie
Vanish in quicksand

I'm southern born
And southern bred
Thank you God for making me
A southern man

Kicking back in the shade
Fishing in the creek
Hell I have it made
As far as I can see

Who cares about what's going on
In the Middle East
When there's bonfire, beer
And the woman sitting next to me

Yes, I like to work
On old junk cars
I like a lighting fires
In my backyard
Oh, I like sipping on
Jack and coke
Watching the flames and
Dodging the smoke
Got a catfish frying
In my pan
Thank you God for making me
A southern man

I'm southern born
And southern bred
Thank you God for making me
A southern man
One more time y'all
Thank you God for making me
A southern man

Thank you God for making me
A southern man