Goin' Back to My Roots (feat. Daniel Hardin)

Well, I can do funk, and I can do blues

But one thing I haven't done is gone back to my roots

Well, I'm a good ol' Southern Georgia boy

And I got nothing left to lose

So for this song, I'm goin' back to my roots

When I turned ten, my mama gave me a beer

She said, "In my book, if you're double digits, you're in the clear"

Well, I took that triple IPA, and I went on my merry way

And I drove my daddy's pickup off the pier

When I was eight

I killed my first deer

Well, I aimed that RPG and she just disappeared

Well, at least I didn't miss her

Like some useless city slicker

I blasted that skinny doe into next year

When I was six, I went to prison

My kindergarten teacher, she just wouldn't listen

I said, "I'll eat the crayons if I want to"

But she yelled at me as I had a mouth of baby blue

She hurt my feelings, so she went missing

When I was four, I fell in love with a lady

She was the prettiest cousin I had, can you blame me?

But she ran off with another boy

She said, "He had so much better toys"

Broke my heart the day our grandma turned 30

When I was two, I was smoking Newports

I was the coolest kid around with my shades and jean shorts

I had a pocket full of Skoal, and a diaper of liquid gold

Drunk off my sippy cup full of Jack and Coke

Well, I can do funk, and I've done blues

But one thing I haven't done is gone back to my roots

'Cause I'm a good ol' Southern Georgia boy

And I got nothing left to lose

So for this song, I'm goin' back to my roots

So for this song, you've heard all about my roots