Son Of The Dirty South (feat. Jelly Roll) Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

Tatted up, I′m gassed up
I'm throwed off and I′m buck wild
Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

This that southern playalistic
Willie smokin' whiskey sippin′
Southern like my momma′s kitchen
Gravy biscuit, fried chicken
Backroads I'm still trippin′
Wood wheel I'm still grippin′
Stand strong no ass kissin'
Ol′ school ass whippin'


Come from the bottom nothin' is a problem
Say get ′em I got ′em, I promise
My roots are blue collar
Them boys from the holler
Do anything that they can just for a dollar
Pitbulls in the yard, broken down cars
I'm like, "Fuck it, I′m high"
I pull up trailer park pimpin'
With a double-wide dime

′Cause I'm a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin′
Mama washin' out my dirty mouth
And pickin' switches
I′m a hell raisin′ rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin', drinkin′, smokin' hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I′m gassed up
I'm throwed off and I′m buck wild
Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south
(Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south)

I′m from a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6 and Kid Rock
Johnny Cash, all black, this that old school flavor
Sippin′ somethin' rippin′ more lines than notebook paper
Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again
Bad boy, we all know good women love troubled men
Got that music cranked loud we won't turn shit down
Peaceful people but believe it we gon′ burn shit down


'Cause I′m a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin'
Mama washin' out my dirty mouth
And pickin′ switches
I′m a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin′, drinkin', smokin′ hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I'm gassed up
I′m throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south

You know some folks won′t change
We stand for the flag and kneel to pray
It′s the land of the free because of the brave
From the cradle to the grave
We're made in the USA

Yeah, I′m a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin'
Mama washin′ out my dirty mouth
And pickin' switches
I′m a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin', drinkin′, smokin′ hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I'm gassed up
I′m throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy, I′m a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south
Loud and rowdy, I′m a son of the dirty south