Son Of The South

Son Of The South - Molly Hatchet

Racing down the river

Crossroads to Lake Shore Drive

Moving on the fire line

Keeping it high and dry

Sharp as a straight edge razor

Quick as a switchblade knife

I'll be pushing it to the limit baby

Till I get to the sweet Southside

Baby what a ride

Hell yeah son of the south

I walk it tall and wear it proud

Hell yeah son of the south

Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah son of the south

Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth

Hell yeah son of the south

I like my women southern style hell yeah

A full moon risin' up in the sky

Hot damn it's Friday night

I got four on the floor and a 357 baby

In a four wheel drive

Let's live till tomorrow mornin'

Then we'll get some rest

Lets running it see what happens baby

Yes and that will be the test

Hell yeah son of the south

I walk it tall and wear it proud

Hell yeah son of the south

Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah son of the south

Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth

Hell yeah son of the south

I like my women southern style hell yeah

Coming into the St Johns River

Coming in out of the fog

Got troubles damn I'm wide a** open

I'm running like a scalded dog

Tonight is made for living

I ain't dead just yet

If I don't see your face on the Southside

Trouble's what you gonna get

Sharp as a straight edge razor

Quick as a switchblade knife

I'm proud to be a son of the south

Till the day I die there ain't no doubt

Hell yeah son of the south

I walk it tall and wear it proud

Hell yeah son of the south

Let me hear you say it loud

Hell yeah son of the south

Sweet potato pie and hush my mouth

Hell yeah son of the south

I like my women southern style

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south

Hell yeah son of the south