| I was born and raised on a little ol' farm | |
| Shotgun house down by the swamp | |
| Work was hard and times were kinda rough | |
| But we just kept on scuffling and hanging tough | |
| The one thing in our lives that kept our spirits high | |
| We could let the music out | |
| And it's so cool, baby, boogie way down south | |
| Saturday morning everybody goes into town | |
| Hugging and laughing and talking till the sun goes down | |
| Sit out on the porch late in the night | |
| Break out the guitar, baby, it's feeling right | |
| Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet | |
| Make you want to jump and shout | |
| And it's so cool, baby, the boogie way down south | |
| Yeah... | |
| We all moved off and got big city ways | |
| But I still think about those laid back days | |
| Sometimes it hits me in a dream | |
| And I can almost taste that homemade ice cream | |
| Backbeat on the knee hit you down in your feet | |
| Make you want to jump and shout | |
| And it's so cool, baby, the boogie way down south |