Southern Way of Life - Deana Carter

When I was a girl growing up in the South

Wild as a March hare, trying to figure things out

Back when the Black-eyed peas

Were something you put in your mouth

Yeah, you know what I’m talking about…

We were told to either fish or cut bait

Can’t never could and it don’t pay to be late

When you’re a sight for sore eyes, it’s good to see your face

You know what I’m talking about

We like our loving under the stars up in the sky

If one’s in the oven, you still get servic with a smile

If we had our brothers w’d rather walk a country mile

You catch more bees with honey than with money

It’s the southern way of life (simple life)… (do what?)

Living in high cotton is the way it should be

Two peas in a pod means you’re hanging with me

If you’re pointing a finger you’re barking up the wrong tree

You know what I’m talking about

We like our loving under the stars up in the sky

If one’s in the oven, you still get service with a smile

If we had our brothers we’d rather walk a country mile

You catch more bees with honey than with money

It’s the southern way of life (simple life)… (do what?)

We’re fixin' to get with it, there’s hoe cakes in the kitchen

You can fetch ‘em if you want ‘em, I reckon it’s time for supper

When you’re smack dab in the middle of some high falutin quibble

No need to start a ruckus or get all cattywampus