Where I Stand

Lyrics

[Chorus: [?]] This is where I stand, this is who I am Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw 'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all [Verse 1: [?]] Yeah, come on down, man we havin' a ball We 'bout to throw the pig on the pit for all of y'all I done made a fire, got the wood on deck Just bring the Bud Light, we 'bout to get redneck Down here in the southland is where we get down We got the tailgates full of damn liquor man Bring the Red Bull for all of y'all Jager fans DJ Cannon Banyon playin' all them southern country jams Got the girls all dancin' like they at a bar Wylin' out crazy passin' 'round a Mason jar Full of moonshine that Tyler Wood's made man Man it's gettin' wild out here, man it's gettin' crazy [Chorus: [?]] This is where I stand, this is who I am Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw 'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all [Verse 2: [?]] Yeah, here it goes One for the country, two for my boes Three for all of those in the camo clothes, you know That's how we roll, slammin' Chevrolet doors Makin' rooster tails fly in the 4x4's It's like five, for all the country folks that can survive Six for the hicks kickin' it down in the sticks With some Pabst Blue Ribbon's and a mouth full of dip Hangin' out with them sexy redneck chicks Seven to all our loved ones watchin' us up in heaven Eight 'cause we gotta make all our days here great Nine put down the shine just tell me when And ten for all my kin down to do it again [Chorus: [?]] This is where I stand (Yup), this is who I am (Shit, you know) Down in the southland (Down in the southland), below the Mason Dixon (The Mason Dixon) You can have a ball (Sure can), but don't jab your jaw (Shit, hell naw) 'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all [Verse 3: Cap Bailey] I was raised in the southland, raised on [?] Gig frogs, grabbin' tits, all this shit I can't resist Diggin' holes, mosh pit, old southern rock concerts I just took a right and now my jaw hurts Cap'll make 'em drop skirts, chillin' with the woman We were kissin' in the kitchen, I was drinkin' she was cookin' I've been missin' where I come from, I gotta get back Just a fat packed lip and a handle full of Jack sayin' I'm from the AR, my name's Cap Flask in my pocket, southern ass up on my lap, haha My buddies inked up so I got a couple tats She can love me for the night but tell her not to get attached [Chorus: [?]] This is where I stand, this is who I am (Yee yee) Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw 'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all [Outro] That's right, yee