Souther Bred

Everything I have to say I say it with a nasel twang Mixed up with a Southern draw Cause that's the way that I talk ya'll Slow at walking in my gait To make a friend won't hesitate A stranger I have never met By the grace of God, Southern Bred The food I eat I like it fried If it ain't grits it's gravy on the side My elders get a sir or ma'am I tend to lend a helping hand I'll listen to your point of view Then go do what I want to All apart of who I am By the grace of God, Southern Bred Early morning in the fields Toil and sweat until it yields Like my dad and his dad too It's just what we're born to do Praising God with every breath Thanking him for all I have All you see is like I've said By the grace of God, Southern Bred