Sean McConnell - Southern Belle lyrics

[Verse 1 - Scotty McCreery] Somewhere down south, there's a swinging screen door Sundressed beauty on a hot front porch Knocking one back, baby, oh my Lord, have mercy Shooting out gravel, saying "oh, my stars" She's Dukes of Hazzard in her daddy's car Amazing Grace in a Mason jar, have mercy [Pre-Chorus - Scotty McCreery] You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world But there's nothing like a down home girl [Chorus - Scotty McCreery] Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong Well, I can't help it Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle [Verse 2 - Scotty McCreery] Saturday night with the red lipstick Just like Scarlett, she's gone with the wind Sunday morning with the honey biscuits, have mercy [Pre-Chorus - Scotty McCreery] You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world But there's nothing like a down home girl [Chorus - Scotty McCreery] Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong Well, I can't help it Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle [Bridge - Scotty McCreery] Baby, swing low, making me high Wanna catch your heart like a firefly Hold on to you for the rest of my life Have mercy My baby swinging low; it's making me high Wanna catch your heart like a firefly Hold on to you for the rest of my life [Chorus - Scotty McCreery] Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong Well, I can't help it Ain't nothing ring, no, nothing rings like a southern belle You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world But there's nothing like a down home girl Oh, like a southern belle You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world But there's nothing like a down home girl Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong Guess I'll be wrong with my southern belle