Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Davisson Brothers Band
Davisson Brothers Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Wiggins
John Wiggins
Songwriter
Troy Johnson
Troy Johnson
Songwriter
Bob Moffatt
Bob Moffatt
Songwriter
Clint Moffatt
Clint Moffatt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer

Lyrics

Way out here, ain't no parking lot
It's a big green field and we just pick a spot
Grab a cooler and a folding chair
Just start walkin', it's right down there
Tonight we're gonna get rowdy
Get out the Coke and crown me
Stir it up, in a pixie paper cup
Cause that's how we Get Down South
When you're living in a real small town
And there ain't nothing else around
Going on, you wanna party, gotta make your own
Get Down South if you never let your redneck out
Or have moonshine in your mouth
You gotta get down
Get Down South
Yeah, I'm gonna shot the bull, and chew the fat
Catch up with the boys about this and that
Till the beans and cornbread's gone
Maybe a little later on
Gonna find a girl and say "Howdy"
When the band gets loud, we gonna
Rock the barn, out on the farm
Cause that's how we Get Down South
When you're living in a real small town
And there ain't nothing else around
Going on, you wanna party, gotta make your own
Get Down South if you never let your redneck out
Or have moonshine in your mouth
You gotta get down
Get Down South
C'mon
Hey, if you ever get tired of the city
And that same old crowd
Just call me up and come with me
And I'll show you how we
Get Down South
When you're living in a real small town
And there ain't nothing else around
Going on, you wanna party, gotta make your own
To Get Down South if you never let your redneck out
Or have moonshine in your mouth
You gotta get down
Get Down South
You gotta Get Down South
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Get Down South
Get Down South
Ohhhh
Ohhh
Written by: Bob Moffatt, Clint Moffatt, John Wiggins, Troy Johnson
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