[Intro: Brett Myers]
It's that old 39 Beretta
Let's go

[Verse 1: Brett Myers]
Born south of the Dixie line
Kickin' up dirt in the Florida pines
And we're proud of this redneck life you see (Everyday)
Giggin' frogs and runnin' dogs
We're chasin' tail and huntin' hogs
Payin' our dues 'cause nothin' comes for free (Comes for free)
It's where we're from we're never gonna leave
You best believe

[Chorus: Brett Myers]
We say "hell yeah" when we're feelin' right
Got enough beer to last all night
When we have a party the whole town knows
We say "yes ma'am" and don't talk back
Take care of our own and that's a fact
It's what we're about don't run your mouth
When you're messin' with the son's of the south

[Interlude: Brett Myers]
It's the Lac's
Y'all show them how you do it
[Verse 2: Uncle Snap]
Might live a little rough, might drink a little much
And the back of our neck might be covered in mud
Ain't no complainin' we just work right through it
Ain't a damn thing changed, ain't a damn thing to it
We always keep a filled from the still to the jar
If you know we keep it real from the field to the yard
Our blood is always thicker and we won't back down
Let's run them ol' city slickers back to town
Hey, 'cause you hate it if you have to hit a buck shot
It will make your boy's truck stop

[Chorus: Brett Myers]
We say "hell yeah" when we're feelin' right
Got enough beer to last all night
When we have a party the whole town knows
We say "yes ma'am" and don't talk back
Take care of our own and that's a fact
It's what we're about don't run your mouth
When you're messin' with the son's of the south

[Verse 3: Rooster]
Got that rebel red runnin' through my veins, thick as honey
Pour a extra little somethin' in my drink, keep it comin'
You can bank on all the yuppies to complain about something
And it seems to me that we all got it made, Southern Comfort
See they wasn't raised right little bad ass children
That southern livin' probably what they been missin'
Listen I ain't about to sugar coat it, Mommas and Dads
Don't be scared to whip your youngins' little ass when they act bad
Then when they come around and figure it out
You'll have a true southern son of the south (No doubt)
[Chorus: Brett Myers]
We say "hell yeah" when we're feelin' right
Got enough beer to last all night
When we have a party the whole town knows
We say "yes ma'am" and don't talk back
Take care of our own and that's a fact
It's what we're about don't run your mouth
When you're messin' with the son's of the south

[Bridge: Uncle Snap & Brett Myers]
Might live a little rough, might drink a little much
When you're messin' with the son's of the south
Might live a little rough, might drink a little much
When you're messin' with the son's of the south

[Outro: Brett Myers]
We say "yes ma'am" and don't talk back
Take care of our own and that's a fact
It's what we're about don't run your mouth
When you're messin' with the son's of the south