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Frank Foster
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Southern Man
Gettin back to my roots put my boots down on the bayou, Me and Pa in a piro, oh me oh my oh, a couple cups of coffee up and gone with the sun, a big can of crickets, lord that's my kind of fun, and we'll be late for church, jerkin' perch off a posted pond...(that's right)
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Yeah the kind of life I like livin, is full up with good times. A whole lot of free and easy fits me fine. A good job and a good woman, a little piece of land, Dixie-fried till I die livin the life of a southern man.
(Just like all y'all)
I work hard for my pay, but I like to play when the works done. With my good ol boy toy, better known as my shotgun! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com No, there ain't nothing then bein' out in the woods, up in a stand, that's on the same land where my grand daddy stood. A lot of folks think I should, but I wouldn't change if I could, no.
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I like to get in slow motion on Papa's potion, front porchin' at my poor boy palace, I got these southern stars and guitars and a big Mason jar full of jellies. A little pickin' and singin' and sittin' and drinkin' and thinkin' bout the good ole days. And thankin' the good Lord I'm a Dixie boy with a big ole smile on my face! (And I wouldn't want to be any other place!)
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- Special thanks to Kenoman for sharing the lyric.
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