| Song | G.R.I.T.S. |
| Artist | Brantley Gilbert |
| Album | A Modern Day Prodigal Son |
| I had a buddy come down 'round last July | |
| Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line | |
| Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time. | |
| I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind." | |
| We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line. | |
| Walked in, man, his eyes got wide | |
| And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile. | |
| He said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north | |
| But I ain't never seen nothing like this." | |
| I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women. | |
| We call these grits." | |
| She's a product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| Acting innocent and playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town. | |
| Grits, man – a girl raised in the south. | |
| Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks. | |
| Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene. | |
| It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door. | |
| He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots. | |
| Her short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have much use | |
| But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up. | |
| She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning | |
| As she made her way out to the floor. | |
| Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying, | |
| "She ain't nothin' but a..." | |
| Oh my God, she just broke it down low. | |
| Product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town. | |
| Grits, man – a girl raised in the south. | |
| She's a product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| She's acting innocent but playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town. | |
| Grits, man – a girl raised in the south. |
| I had a buddy come down ' round last July | |
| Called me when he crossed the MasonDixon Line | |
| Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time. | |
| I said, " Man, come on, I got a place in mind." | |
| We pulled up at bar right off the Georgia line. | |
| Walked in, man, his eyes got wide | |
| And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile. | |
| He said, " Man, we got some pretty women up north | |
| But I ain' t never seen nothing like this." | |
| I said, " Man, these here ain' t ordinary women. | |
| We call these grits." | |
| She' s a product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain' t nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| Acting innocent and playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they' re out on the town. | |
| Grits, man a girl raised in the south. | |
| Sat down at the bar had a couple drinks. | |
| Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene. | |
| It wasn' t long before he had my attention pointed towards the door. | |
| He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots. | |
| Her short skirt and her tshirt didn' t have much use | |
| But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up. | |
| She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning | |
| As she made her way out to the floor. | |
| Had all the jealous girls looking, all saying, | |
| " She ain' t nothin' but a..." | |
| Oh my God, she just broke it down low. | |
| Product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain' t nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| Good at acting innocent and playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they' re out on the town. | |
| Grits, man a girl raised in the south. | |
| She' s a product of being raised in the country. | |
| She knows her roots and works hard for her money. | |
| A southern drawl with dark tan legs. | |
| Ain' t nothin' like a woman southern born and bred. | |
| Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death. | |
| She' s acting innocent but playing hard to get | |
| With her girls tonight, man, they' re out on the town. | |
| Grits, man a girl raised in the south. |