growin up down there

Billy Currington

The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were ridin high in that old truck of mine
In deep as we could get
Always looking for a rut, tryin not to get stuck
And slinging that mud everywhere, growin up down there

Me and my friends where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin turns on the swing, takin turns takin drinks
And I don t mean iced tea
A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared, growin up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin us on
Keepin things hot all summer long
If I could go back in a second, I swear
Well. I d still be growin up down there

We ll, nothin going on never lasted too long
We were good at makin good times
Find a field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin
Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in the truck
And tryin to get lucky somewhere
Growin up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin us on
Keepin things hot all summer long
If I could go back in a second, I swear
Well. I d still be growin up down there

And those tan little peaches turnin us on
Keepin things hot all summer long
If I could go back in a second, I swear
Well. I d still be growin up down there

Yeah, lookin back now, man, it don t seem fair
If you didn t get to do your growin up down there