Southwind Swagger

Yeah, yeah

Dust on my boots and a heavy clay road Pulling eighty-hour weeks

just to carry the load Got the bassline thumping like a heartbeat

in the wood Doing everything they said we never could Yeah,

keeping it steady

And the wind starts to howl through the pines

Yeah, we're crossing the lines (hummmm)

This is the sound of the red dirt clay

Mixing with the beat of the modern day Got the mountain air

and the city style We're gonna stay a while

(sing it loud)

Old-school traditions with a brand new flow Watching sweet corn grow while

the speakers blow

No-limit living on a dead-end street Where the gravel and the concrete

meet Yeah, we make our own way

This is the sound of the red dirt clay

Mixing with the beat of the modern day Got the mountain air

and the city style We're gonna stay a while

(yeah,

yeah)

Just the acoustic

and the bass

In this open space (ahhhh)