I'll get your text
about 3 a .m. when I cross back over the border again.
Bye -bye,
Canada.
Hello,
U .S .A.
Oh, the lefties sure make a lot of sense.
And sometimes it's nice
to feel good in my skin.
But I trade it all for some
southern hospitality
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good anyway
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good anyway
I'm gonna tell them,
boys, don't be a drag
Ain't you tired of fightin' about
the damned old flag?
Well, it ain't
Southern pride, it's just
Southern faith
And I know from your mamas that
you're better than that
Every time I call, will you have my back?
Some time for muddy buddies
and a tall glass of sweet tea
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good anyway
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good
I got gravel from the road
and a bomb on my boot
A kiss that you left still burnin' through
I can't rest till I get back
home to you
I'm left with lost words that
will rattle your mouth
How can you live in the
backwards south
Devil in the roots and
Je sus on the vine
Could they feel the fire?
I was born in the thrift of a rebel,
yeah
Swaddled in the song of the ripper, well
They haunt me and they
haunt me just the same
It's an ounce of comfort or a pound of grief
I just wanna sit on the porch with
you and hear tall pines creak
Feel sweatin' in
September when that sun goes down
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good anyway
I know that you don't like me
Oh, but it sure feels good anyway
It sure feels good
Gravel from the road and
the bottom of my boot
The kiss that you left is still burning through
I can't rest until I get back
home to you
Gravel from the road and
the bottom of my boot
The kiss that you left is still burning through
I can't rest until I get
back home to you
You