Lirik Lagu G.R.I.T.S. - Brantley Gilbert
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I had a buddy come down 'round last JulyCalled me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon LineSaid he was headed down south and looking for a real good time
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mindWe pulled up at bar right off the Georgia lineWalked in, man, his eyes got wideAnd when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up northBut I ain't never seen nothing like thisI said, Man, these here ain't ordinary womenWe call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathActing innocent and playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinksBreakin' his neck just scoping the sceneIt wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into bootsHer short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have much useBut she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burningAs she made her way out to the floorHad all the jealous girls looking, all saying,She ain't nothin' but aOh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathGood at acting innocent and playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathShe's acting innocent but playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
I said, Man, come on, I got a place in mindWe pulled up at bar right off the Georgia lineWalked in, man, his eyes got wideAnd when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile
He said, Man, we got some pretty women up northBut I ain't never seen nothing like thisI said, Man, these here ain't ordinary womenWe call these grits
She's a product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathActing innocent and playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
Sat down at the bar had a couple drinksBreakin' his neck just scoping the sceneIt wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door
He was starin' at long legs that ran into bootsHer short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have much useBut she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up
She had every head turning, boys eyes was burningAs she made her way out to the floorHad all the jealous girls looking, all saying,She ain't nothin' but aOh my God, she just broke it down low
Product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathGood at acting innocent and playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
She's a product of being raised in the countryShe knows her roots and works hard for her moneyA southern drawl with dark tan legsAin't nothin' like a woman southern born and bredNow she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to deathShe's acting innocent but playing hard to getWith her girls tonight, man, they're out on the townGrits, man – a girl raised in the south
