It's got a touch of the town where I grew up Something in it them California girls love
Some people like to make a little fun of The way I talk
It gets slower after three or four cold beers
And gets louder when I'm cheerin' on the Volunteers
Folks know I'm country, when they hear The way I talk
* It sounds a little bit like my daddy It don't cuss around my mama
Got some words you've never heard of 'Less you come from down yonder
The man upstairs gets it So I ain't tryna fix it No I can't hide it
I don't fight it, I just roll with it Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls
It's the only way I know Man it ain't my fault I just live the way I talk
Yeah it's, "Yessir, no ma'am, y'all come back, now"
Fighting words if you run my last name down
I ain't ashamed, matter of fact I'm damn proud Of the way I talk, y'all
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Slow, like a Sunday morning service back home And kinda sweet when I got a girl to love on
If you know me, you know
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