Southwind Swagger

{acoustic guitar strumming} {808 kick-drum drops in} Yeah,

yeah {low-pass filter sweep} 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

{steel guitar swells} 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)

{triumphant chorus} 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) {full band peak}

Just the acoustic

and the bass

In this open space

(ahhhh) {acoustic guitar fades

out} {vinyl crackle}