Born With It

Growing up in the sticks

Hollis and Crane, Mississippi

Beat on buckets and panes and things

Uncle Gary was with me

And then the two came along

We started playing around

It wasn't long after that, y'all

We started laying it down

Now, some people still trying to get it

But here, by the blue, we were born with it

Born with it

Born with it

Born with it

Now we all grown up

Here on country to the bone

And women play our music, y'all

We want you to feel it in every song

Five hundred people

It can be three or four

But it doesn't matter how many, y'all

It just ain't going to stop this soul

We might drink a little monsoon

We might smoke a few bowls

But when we get done smoking, y'all

We'll come back out and jam some more

Now, some people still trying to get it

But here, by the blue, we were born with it

Born with it

Born with it

Born with it

Now, some people still trying to get it

But here, by the blue, we were born with it

Born with it

Born with it