Somewhere down south, there’s a swinging screen door
Sundressed beauty on a hot front porch
Knocking one back, baby, oh my Lord, have mercy
Shooting out gravel, saying "oh, my stars"
She's Dukes of Hazzard in her daddy’s car
Amazing Grace in a Mason jar, have mercy
You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world
But there's nothing like a down home girl
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle
Saturday night with the red lipstick
Just like Scarlett, she's gone with the wind
Sunday morning with the honey biscuits, have mercy
You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world
But there's nothing like a down home girl
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle
Baby, swing low, making me high
Wanna catch your heart like a firefly
Hold on to you for the rest of my life
Have mercy
My baby swinging low; it's making me high
Wanna catch your heart like a firefly
Hold on to you for the rest of my life
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring, no, nothing rings like a southern belle
Oh, like a southern belle
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong
Guess I'll be wrong with my southern belle
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