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Cruisin’ Through the South

[Verse 1] Got a straw hat tilted Map folded on the dash Sweet tea in a Styrofoam Tank full, rollin’ past Old church steeple in the rearview Dog sleepin’ in the back County line sign wavin’ Like it’s sayin’, “Boy, don’t look back” [Chorus] I’m just cruisin’ through the South Windows down, let it howl (oh yeah) From cotton fields to gulf shore clouds Every backroad feels like home somehow Red clay dust in my mouth But I’m smilin’, singin’ loud Life makes sense when the tires spin out I’m cruisin’ through the South [Verse 2] Pulled off at Mabel’s Diner License plates on the wall Biscuits drownin’ in gravy Locals starin’ when I walk Old man in a John Deere cap says “Son, you ain’t from ‘round here” I just tip that brim and tell him “I’m just drivin’ till the way feels clear” [Chorus] I’m just cruisin’ through the South Windows down, let it howl (hey!) From cotton fields to gulf shore clouds Every backroad feels like home somehow Red clay dust in my mouth But I’m smilin’, singin’ loud Life makes sense when the tires spin out I’m cruisin’ through the South [Bridge] Spanish moss hangin’ low Crickets startin’ up their show I ain’t rushin’, I ain’t lost I’m just chasin’ fireflies ‘cross the dark [Chorus] I’m just cruisin’ through the South Windows down, let it howl From cotton fields to gulf shore clouds Every backroad feels like home somehow Red clay dust in my mouth But I’m smilin’, singin’ loud If I never figure this life thing out I’ll keep cruisin’ Cruisin’ through the South