Southern throwdown

Was born and grew up on back of the woodlands
With discipline and rough hands
Got tough as hell, unbroken pride
Hard work, leaded the cow herd
Old jeans, old boots, a shotgun
Solved every shit in a short time

Learned well to fish, as well to shoot
Walking in no else’s shoes
“Been there, done that” been told all life
Drink beer and get very loud
Make trouble for fun in downtown
On Skynyrd, you are next in line

And here is the everlasting appointment
I’m here today, tomorrow I am gone

This is the Southern Throwdown

Got me my truck packed up on Friday night
You can kiss my ass goodbye
‘Cause I ain’t never comin’ back, girl
Ball-cap, skoal ring, dirty boots
Double-barrel shotgun and tattoos
A cowboy hat, and now it’s on!

Dad was a stubborn old man
Mom never left her stand
We do our thing and we move on
Well, I am what I am
And I don’t give a damn
I don’t take shit from anyone

And here is the everlasting appointment
I’m here today, tomorrow I am gone (so gone)

This is the Southern Throwdown
Oh motherfucker, yeah
This is the Southern Throwdown