歌曲 | Son of the South |
歌手 | Molly Hatchet |
专辑 | Warriors of the Rainbow Bridge |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ingram, McCormack | |
<Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I'll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
Baby, what a ride | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it's Friday night | |
I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
Let's live till tomorrow mornin' | |
Then we'll get some rest | |
Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
Yes and that will be the test | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
Got troubles, damn I'm wide ass open, I'm running like a scalded dog | |
Tonight is made for living, I ain't dead just yet | |
If I don't see your face on the Southside, trouble's what you gonna get | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I'm proud to be a son of the south | |
Till the day I die, there ain't no doubt | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
(Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style> |
zuo ci : Ingram, McCormack | |
Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I' ll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
Baby, what a ride | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it' s Friday night | |
I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
Let' s live till tomorrow mornin' | |
Then we' ll get some rest | |
Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
Yes and that will be the test | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
Got troubles, damn I' m wide ass open, I' m running like a scalded dog | |
Tonight is made for living, I ain' t dead just yet | |
If I don' t see your face on the Southside, trouble' s what you gonna get | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I' m proud to be a son of the south | |
Till the day I die, there ain' t no doubt | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style |
zuò cí : Ingram, McCormack | |
Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive | |
Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I' ll be pushing it to the limit, baby | |
Till I get to the sweet Southside | |
Baby, what a ride | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it' s Friday night | |
I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive | |
Let' s live till tomorrow mornin' | |
Then we' ll get some rest | |
Lets running it see what happens, baby | |
Yes and that will be the test | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah | |
Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog | |
Got troubles, damn I' m wide ass open, I' m running like a scalded dog | |
Tonight is made for living, I ain' t dead just yet | |
If I don' t see your face on the Southside, trouble' s what you gonna get | |
Sharp as a straight edge razor | |
Quick as a switchblade knife | |
I' m proud to be a son of the south | |
Till the day I die, there ain' t no doubt | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, let me hear you say it loud | |
Hell yeah son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth | |
Hell yeah son of the south, I like my women southern style |