We cut our teeth on Skoal cans
And a case of PBR
Howling at the moon and
Kicking gravel at the stars
Our mamas made say yes sir yes ma’am
Our daddies made us southern gentlemen
And if you don’t like us, we don’t give a damn
If you got backwoods in your blood
If you been baptized by the Georgia mud
If you got rebel down in your bones
Then you ain’t ever gonna drink alone
Thank the Good Lord for making you this way
With that Dirt Road DNA
My girl could aim a shotgun
Before she knew how to walk
She’s an angel wearing camo
And Lord you should hear her talk
No we don’t need a map to get around
We were born and raised on dusty hallowed ground
Ain’t got it all but we got it figured out
If you got backwoods in your blood
If you been baptized by the Georgia mud
If you got rebel down in your bones
Then you ain’t ever gonna drink alone
Thank the Good Lord for making you this way
With that Dirt Road DNA
Yeah I thank the Good Lord that He made me this way
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