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アーティスト:Brantley Gilbert  アルバム:Modern Day Prodigal Son 

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I had a buddy come down 'round last July Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time. I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind." We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line. Walked in, man, his eyes got wide And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile. He said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north But I ain't never seen nothing like this." I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women. We call these grits." She's a product of being raised in the country. She knows her roots and works hard for her money. A southern drawl with dark tan legs. Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. Acting innocent and playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town. Grits, man – a girl raised in the south. Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks. Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene. It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door. He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots. Her short skirt and her t-shirt


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