Southern Land
Taylor Ray Holbrook Lyrics


All my roudy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talkin' bout the Southern Land

Grab a six pack son, go hop in the back
Everybody round here knows where the parties at
Down a real long road on provate land
Passed down to me from my old man
Yeah, we get roudy, crank it up too loud
Southern pride still makes me proud
Them long legs still drive me wild
When there's nowhere to go, just drivin' round
Ain't nothin' like a sunset, singin' on dow
With a Sunkist, girl settin' eyes on me
Take a picture for the moment, so the time will freeze
If you're looking for me, you know where I'll be
Beneath these hollers, hills and trees
My kids gonna do that same ol' thing
Same old song, same guitar, just different strings

All my roudy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talkin' bout the Southern Land

You can take me out of the country, but you can't take it out of me
See these roots in my vein are different than any other human I can see
How it was, is how it is
Ain't nothin' gonna change bout the way we live
I'm still runnin' around that same ol' kid
Barefoot and all just gained some years
Let me tell ya bout a back road
Talkin' bout the ones that we still ride on
In a little bitty town nothin' going around
Just romance with the lights on
Back pew believer, I'm an underachiever
Just a good ol' boy turned to a singer

All my roudy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot a deer
I reminisce about these days, man I get a chill
We keep our trucks lifted up, so high
We gotta lock 'em down in a 4-wheel drive
Sideways in a mud hole, that's just how it goes, round here
I'm talkin' bout the Southern Land
(That's right)
Oh, I'm talkin' bout that Southern Land
Oh oh, I'm talkin' bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' bout that Southern Land
I'm talkin' bout that Southern Land

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., TRAVELLERS HOLLOW MUSIC
Written by: Taylor Ray Holbrook, Ryan Upchurch

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holler boi

You can just see the pride in this man's face when he plays that guitar at the end... So beautiful

Lazarus walking

One of the best things in the world is being a blessing, and being someone God uses to shape a soul

Nicole Ryan

Thanks for bringing back real country music and bringing back memories for those of us who truly love the country and being part of a life style that makes us humble. others may never understand it, but we do. We are American patriots. This is the best song I’ve ever listened to, makes me love the sticks even more. Much love guys...

Heather Davis

Oh yeah brother country for life you won’t find many city people listening to this song

Hailey Grant

That is a real reason for this song!!!!!

Derrick Watson

This is the type of music America needs right now more than ever.

Mick Myrtle

Dude at the end tho! THAT is a literal "soul" singer!

Michelle Kay

So true

Mikkel Sv

SERIOUSLY! Where is this dudes album!

Shayla Gielle

@Robert Kunz some

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