Son of the Southland - Creed Fisher

My Evinrude and fishing pole

A southern belle in a water hole

Thank you, Lord, I was born in Dixieland

You can keep those city lights

I take the stars here at night

And fly that Dixie flag as high as I can

I still love Hank, and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talkin' smack, son

Writin' cheques that you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie, kickin' ass

Cowboy boots and ol' blue jeans

A country boy is all I’ll ever be

Hard work, that ain’t new to me

You can bet I’m gonna stand my ground

I don’t wanna fight, but I ain’t backin' down

I’m a little bit old school, you see

I still love Hank, and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talkin' smack, son

Writin' cheques that you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie, kickin' ass

I still love Hank, and I still love Jones

My baby looks best with nothing on

Don’t be talkin' smack, son

Writin' cheques that you can’t cash

I’m a son of the Southland

Down in Dixie, kickin' ass