Growin' Up Down There

That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain

Sure made for one nasty mess

Ah, but we were riding high in the old truck of mine

In deep as we could get

Always looking for a rut, trying not to get stuck

And swinging that mud everywhere, growing up down there

Me and my friends where the deep river bends

Had a long rope tied to a tree

Taking turns on a swing, taking turns taking drinks

And I don't mean iced tea

A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators

Way too young to be scared, growing up down there

And those tan little peaches turning us on

Keeping things hot all summer long

If I could back in a second I swear

Well, I'd still be growing up down there

Well, nothing going on ever lasted too long

We were good at making good times

Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burning

Through both ends of the night

Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck

Trying to get lucky somewhere

Growing up down there

And those tan little peaches turning us on

Keeping things hot all summer long

If I could back in a second I swear

Well, I'd still be growing up down there

And those tan little peaches turning us on

Keeping things hot all summer long

If I could back in a second I swear

Well, I'd still be growing up down there

Yeah, looking back now man it don't seem fair

If you didn't get to do your growing up down there