Southern Boy (with Jason Aldean)

Southern boy, in your pickup truck
Seasons change, dashboard stays
Covered in red clay dust
Southern boy
You’ve never been scared to fight
Your family name is a lot of things
You just don’t compromise
Keep singing them songs
Keep carrying on, yeah
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
Keep loving those Friday nights
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
But just don’t cross the line
We all know there ain’t
Nothing like the feeling
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
Like glasspacks popping
You keep making that noise
Ya southern boy
Southern sky, watching over you
Looking down on your little town
And the hearts that hold your roots
Southern boy
When the road starts getting rough
The wheels you’re on will get ya home
No matter how deep the mud
So keep singing them songs
And keep carrying on, yeah, yeah
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
Keep loving those Friday nights
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
But just don’t cross the line
We all know there ain’t
Nothing like the feeling
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
Like glasspacks popping
You keep making that noise
Southern boy
Well keep telling your story
So you’ll never be gone
A keep carrying on
Just keep carrying on
Keep stealing those kisses
From your southern belle
Keep loving those Friday nights
Keep rolling with your buddies
And raise a little hell
But just don’t cross the line
We all know there ain’t
Nothing like the feeling
The way you grew up
Sunday kneeling
Like glasspacks popping
You keep making that noise
Southern boy
Yeah, good old southern boy