Florida Grown Songtext
von Dead Bronco

Well, I′m a good old boy from Davie, South Florida
Well, fishin' and drinkin′ and huntin'
Down women is where it all gets done
I crossed that Georgia line to get some 40s or bust
But malt liquor ain't my thing, and the weed here′s all dried up

Well, I′m a southbound Dixie Highway and I hate this road
A clusterfuck of people, shit, man, this ain't my home
So I must be now to 305


Well, I fear what you said to me, mama
And all the things that you, you told me
Well, sometimes you gotta roam to find your home

Yeah, now in this ghetto town, you really gotta know where to go
Where you ain′t gonna find no honky-tonk
Sound, well, that shit's been long gone
Some Xanny bar, some Percocets, some coke and a case of beer
′Cause get fucked up is what you do to take all this rough shit

Well, I'm a southbound Dixie Highway and I hate this road
A clusterfuck of people, shit, man, this ain′t my home
And I'm out here now doin' time, jail time


Well, I fear what you said to me, mama
And all the things that you, you told me
Well, sometimes you gotta roam to find your home