We say "yes, sir," "no, ma'am," love Charlie Daniels Band
Whiskey from the bottle, beer from a cold can
I drive a Ford truck, he drives a Chevy
Mine's "Mean Green," his is "Black Betty"
Yes, we're southern by birth, southern by choice
One nation under God, yes, I'm southern by voice
Kicking out the jams, taking care of business
Get your lighters in the air, holler if you're with us
It's a soundtrack to a six pack
The devil went down to Georgia in a Cadillac
Kicking on back with good friends
Get washed in the water, little skinny dipping sin
Some moonshine sipping, off a tailgate flipping
Love the little hotties, dancing like they're on a mission
It's a soundtrack to a six pack
1 2 3 4 5 – six pack!
Next day, we've got lawn seats to Willie, gonna smoke a little silly
Look over to my left, there's Gibbons, yeah, Billy
Pops a top on a na, says, hey, if you want
I got five more of these nice and cold, so come on
Writer(s): Neil Mason, Jaren Johnson, Ben Cashett
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