Song: Growin' Up Down There - Billy Currington

That red Georgia clay
when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were ridin' high
in that old truck of mine

In deep as we could get
Always looking for a rut
tryin' not to get stuck
And slinging that mud everywhere
growin' up down there
Me and my friends
where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin' turn on the swing
takin' turns takin' drinks
And I don't mean iced tea
A good buzz later playing
chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared,
growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches
turnin' us on Keepin' things hot
all summer long
If I could go back in a second,
I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
Well, nothin' going on never lasted too long
We were good at makin' good times
Find a field,spread the word,
keep a bonfire burnin'
Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up,
had a keg in the truck
And tryin' to get licky somewhere
Growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches
turnin' us on Keepin' it hot all summer long
If I could go back in a second, I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches
turnin' us on Keepin' it hot all summer long
If I could go back in a second, I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
Yeah, lookiin' back now,
man, it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there