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
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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