Growin' Up Down There lyrics
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Artist: Billy Currington Album: Billy Currington
Lyrics
That red georgia clay when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but we were ridin' high in the old truck of mine In deep as we could get Always lookin' for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck And swingin' that mud everywhere, growin' up down there
Me and my friends where the deep river bends Had a long rope tied to a tree Takin' turns on a swing, takin' turns takin' drinks And I don't mean iced tea A good buzz later playin' chicken with the gators Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there
Chorus: And those tan little peaches turnin' us on Keepin' things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
Well, nothin' going on ever lasted too long We were good at makin' good times Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin' Through both ends of the night Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck Tryin' to get lucky somewhere Growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin' us on Keepin' things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin' us on Keepin' things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well I'd still be growin' up down there
Yeah, lookin' back now man it don't seem fair If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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