Son of the South Lyrics
| Song | Son of the South |
| Artist | Molly Hatchet |
| Album | Warriors of the Rainbow Bridge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ingram, McCormack | |
| <Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
| Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I'll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
| Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
| Baby, what a ride | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it's Friday night | |
| I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
| Let's live till tomorrow mornin' | |
| Then we'll get some rest | |
| Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
| Yes and that will be the test | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
| Got troubles, damn I'm wide ass open, I'm running like a scalded dog | |
| Tonight is made for living, I ain't dead just yet | |
| If I don't see your face on the Southside, trouble's what you gonna get | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I'm proud to be a son of the south | |
| Till the day I die, there ain't no doubt | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style> |
| zuo ci : Ingram, McCormack | |
| Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
| Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I' ll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
| Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
| Baby, what a ride | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it' s Friday night | |
| I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
| Let' s live till tomorrow mornin' | |
| Then we' ll get some rest | |
| Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
| Yes and that will be the test | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
| Got troubles, damn I' m wide ass open, I' m running like a scalded dog | |
| Tonight is made for living, I ain' t dead just yet | |
| If I don' t see your face on the Southside, trouble' s what you gonna get | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I' m proud to be a son of the south | |
| Till the day I die, there ain' t no doubt | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style |
| zuò cí : Ingram, McCormack | |
| Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
| Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I' ll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
| Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
| Baby, what a ride | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it' s Friday night | |
| I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
| Let' s live till tomorrow mornin' | |
| Then we' ll get some rest | |
| Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
| Yes and that will be the test | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
| Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
| Got troubles, damn I' m wide ass open, I' m running like a scalded dog | |
| Tonight is made for living, I ain' t dead just yet | |
| If I don' t see your face on the Southside, trouble' s what you gonna get | |
| Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
| Quick as a switchblade knife | |
| I' m proud to be a son of the south | |
| Till the day I die, there ain' t no doubt | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
| Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style |
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