Pouring coffee in a thermos before the sunrise
Or heading to another week of nine to five
Singing along to Waylon or Wanted Dead or Alive
Nose on the grindstone till we clock out
Then it's balling them tires all the way cross town
Where the rest of the folks like us
Are ready to raise one up
The land of beagles, bald eagles, spending Sunday under steeples
Where the money still grows in rows
Where the truck in the drive is gonna find an old dive
After flying down a two-lane road
Yeah, we're stacking tobacco and climbing the ladder 'til next payday
Yeah, we're doing it the southern way
From the top of the mountain down to the beaches
We got Carolina girls and all the Georgia peaches
Tennessee whiskey and jacked-up toys
You know where we're making noise
The land of beagles, bald eagles, spending Sunday under steeples
Where the money still grows in rows
Where the truck in the drive is gonna find an old dive
After flying down a two-lane road
Yeah, we're stacking tobacco and climbing the ladder 'til next payday
Yeah, we're doing it the southern way
I'm gonna hang my hat where the Bible belt's tight
Gonna live in the land of the stars and stripes
Where mountain music is played
And people still listen to Willie and George Strait
Cause it's the land of beagles, bald eagles, spending Sunday under steeples
Where the money still grows in rows
Where the truck in the drive is gonna find an old dive
After flying down a two-lane road
Yeah, we're stacking tobacco and climbing the ladder 'til next payday
The land of beagles, bald eagles, spending Sunday under steeples
Where the money still grows in rows
Where the truck in the drive is gonna find an old dive
After flying down a two-lane road
Yeah, we're stacking tobacco and climbing the ladder
Keep on keeping on doing what matters
Enough of the chatter
pitter-patter, get at'er 'til payday
Yeah, we're doing it the southern way
Yeah, we're doing it the southern way
