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Billy Currington Miscellaneous Growin' Up Down There that red georgia clay when mixed wioth 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 |
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