Boy From The South (HARDY feat. Cole Swindell, Dustin Lynch)

Little Royal Pine Tree on the dashboard (skrrt)

Little John Boy and Billy on the FM

Might win a hundred dollars if he's the fifth caller

And names the bass player from Zeppelin (Jimmy J, uh)

Big dip spittin' in a Big Gulp cup (yeah)

Little honeybun breakfast, sun comin' on up

'Bout to punch it in, 'bout to knock it out

Five o'clock it out and head back to the house

And hey, he's in every little Podunk Square

Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair

I'm talkin' down-home brother

Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other

Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch

Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out

Like a one-two punch pretty boy with a mouth

Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the south

DL, tell 'em 'bout it one time, son

Mama taught middle school, Daddy sold Michelin's

Learned to act right from some backside discipline

Raised in the heat (yup), rockin' bare feet (yup)

Cools off in the catfish creek, he's fishin' in

Won't find him in Marina del Rey

His roots run deep in the Bible Belt (woo-ooh)

Hey, he's in every little Podunk square

Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair

I'm talkin' down-home brother

Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other

Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch

Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out

Like a one-two punch pretty boy with the mouth

Didn't know he was messin' with a boy from the

Dirty, dirty, thirty degrees is too cold

Eatin' meat and three fried green tomatoes

Writin', "We Want Bama" on the back windshield

Singin', "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel", hey!

To the Cumberland Gap, uh

Hey, he's in every little Podunk Square

Rockin' that 59Fifty hat hair (that's right)

I'm talkin' down-home brother (come on)

Country girl on his arm, barbed wire on the other

Yeah, a couple deer hanging over his couch

Couple cold beers make the drawl fall out