Growin' Up Down There

[Verse 1] That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but we were riding high in the old truck of mine In deep as we could get Always looking for a rut, trying not to get stuck And swinging that mud everywhere, growing up down there Me and my friends where the deep river bends Had a long rope tied to a tree Taking turns on a swing, taking turns taking drinks And I don't mean iced tea A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators Way too young to be scared, growing up down there [Chorus] And those tan little peaches turning us on Keeping things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well, I'd still be growing up down there [Verse 2] Well, nothing going on ever lasted too long We were good at making good times Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burning Through both ends of the night Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck Trying to get lucky somewhere Growing up down there [Chorus][x2] [Outro] Yeah, looking back now man it don't seem fair If you didn't get to do your growing up down there