(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah
Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog
Got troubles, damn I'm wide a** open, I'm running like a scalded dog
Tonight is made for living, I ain't dead just yet
If I don't see your face on the Southside, trouble's what you gonna get
Sharp as a straight edge razor
Quick as a switchblade knife
I'm proud to be a son of the south
Till the day I die, there ain't no doubt
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style>