Tekst Utworu

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 a 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" And I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women We call these G.R.I.T.S" 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 nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death Acting innocent, playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south We sit down at the bar, had a couple drinks Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene 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 didn't have much use But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning As she made her way out to the floor Had all the jealous girls lookin' all sayin' "She ain't nothin' but a-" Oh, my God, she just broke it down low 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 nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death Acting innocent, playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south 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 nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death Acting innocent, playing hard to get With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south Yeah
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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