Growin` Up Down There |
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Growin` Up Down There Lyrics |
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 That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rainSure made for one nasty mess Ah, but we were ridin` high in the old truck of mine In deep as we could get Always lookin` for a rut, tryin` not to get stuck And swingin` that mud everywhere, growin` up down there Me and my friends where the deep river bends Had a long rope tied to a tree Takin` turns on a swing, takin` turns takin` drinks And I don`t mean iced tea A good buzz later playin` chicken with the gators Way too young to be scared, growin` up down there Chorus: And those tan little peaches turnin` us on Keepin` things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well, I`d still be growin` up down there Well, nothin` going on ever lasted too long We were good at makin` good times Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin` Through both ends of the night Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck Tryin` to get lucky somewhere Growin` up down there And those tan little peaches turnin` us on Keepin` things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well, I`d still be growin` up down there And those tan little peaches turnin` us on Keepin` things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well I`d still be growin` up down there Yeah, lookin` back now man it don`t seem fair If you didn`t get to do your growin` up down there |
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