Text: Rodney Atkins. If You're Going Through Hell. About The South.

Fried pickles, drunk chicken
Craw fishing in the creek
Wild turkey, deer jerky
Tough as Tarzan's feet

Hot women skinny swimmin'
Barely belly button deep
Turn muddy river water
Into sweet, sweet tea

Hayloft lovin' in the holler
Behind the house
No doubt about it
What I love about the South

Loretta Lynn, Maker's Mark
That's Kentucky as can be
Jack Daniels, Dolly Parton
Oh, the hills of Tennessee

Finger pickin', bluegrass blowing
In the wind around here
We believe the book of John
And we drive John Deeres

The devil came to Georgia
Mr. Daniels showed him out
No doubt about it
What I love about the South

What I love about the South
If you need a Dixie Fix just come on down
That's what I love about the South
Southern bells with a drawl
Make you stop and drop your jaw

Come on, y'all shut your mouth
That's what I love about the South

Grew up down here
And it's where I'll grow my kids
Old McDonald had a daughter
Get her done got her did

Corn grows in rows on a cob
But it flows from a jar
In a rocky top bar

A little fountain from the mountain
Even made the possum shout
That's what I love about the South

What I love about the south
If you need a Dixie Fix just come on down
That's what I love about the South
Southern bells with a drawl
Make you stop and drop your jaw

Come on, y'all shut your mouth
That's what I love about the South

It's what I love, what I love
What I love about the South

See y'all