Deep Down in the South

Down here in the southland, They got that muscle shoals Cornbread and catfish and cane poles Them delta blues still kicked out on transistor radios Raised on love of jesus and rock n' roll Ain't no doubt about it now, I love it deep down in the south And it's calling me now, deep down in the south Granny's in the kitchen cooking mustard greens Magnolias bloomin' muscadine and pine trees Them boys down in a pasture drinking homemade shine Rolling up a fatty with trouble on their mind Kinda feels like heaven shining down Back there in big thicket, You can hear an old hound dog moan It's that same ol' lonesome sound That keeps calling me home