Karaoké Son of the Dirty South Brantley Gilbert & Jelly Roll

Tatted-up, I'm gassed up

I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

This that southern playalistic

Willie smokin', whiskey sippin'

Southern like my mama's kitchen

Gravy biscuits, fried chicken

Backroads, I'm still tippin'

Wood wheel, I'm still grippin'

Stand strong, no ass kissin'

Ol' school ass whippin'

Come from the bottom

Nothin' is a problem

Say get 'em, I got 'em, I promise

My roots are blue-collar

Them boys from the holler do anything that they can just for a dollar

Pit bulls in the yard

Broken down cars

I'm like fuck it I'm high

I pull up trailer park pimpin' with a double-wide dime uh

'Cos I'm a son of the dirty south

Got to trippin', mama washin' out my dirty mouth

And pickin' switches

I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on

Gun-totin' drinkin' smokin' hoss that you can bet on

Tatted-up, I'm gassed up

I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

I'm from a place where they mix rock, country and hip-hop

Somewhere between Hank

Three 6, and Kid Rock

Johnny Cash all black

It's that old-school flavor

Sippin' somethin'

Rippin' more lines than notebook paper

Outlaw spirit

My middle finger stuck up again

Bad boy

We all know good women love troubled men

Got that music cranked loud

We won't turn shit down

Peaceful people but believe it we gon' burn shit down

Oh I'm a son of the dirty south

Got to trippin', mama washin' out my dirty mouth

And pickin' switches

I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on

Gun-totin' drinkin' smokin' hoss that you can bet on

Tatted-up, I'm gassed up

I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

You know some folks won't change

We stand for the flag and kneel to pray

It's the land of the free because of the brave

From the cradle to the grave

We were made in the USA

Yeah I'm a son of the dirty south

Got to trippin', mama washin' out my dirty mouth

And pickin' switches

I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on

Gun-totin' drinkin' smokin' hoss that you can bet on

Tatted-up, I'm gassed up

I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south