Raised Right Songtext
von Demun Jones & The Lacs

See, I was raised right here
Smoke rollin′ off of these stills (oh-oh)
Hay growin' all in these fields
I was raised right here
Yeah, them fires burnin′ all night (oh-oh)
Party in that moonlight
Yeah, I was raised right

Back when I was young, you never missed a game
At bat, you'd clap, and I'd hear my name
I′d make a play, mama looked so proud
You know they caught hell tryin′ to get me out
Daddy would come too, whenever work allowed
But I never knew, I was lookin' ′round

Now that I'm grown, I figured out
How many bricks it takes to feed six
I′m so blessed to be raised by the best with and without no rest
Doin' whatever it takes to raise your kids, makin′ sure we never had less
If life is a test, I'd say you passed everythin' that I need to be
The same kind of blessin′ for both of my baby girls in this crazy world


See, I was raised right here
Smoke rollin′ off of these stills (oh-oh)
Hay growin' all in these fields
I was raised right here
Yeah, them fires burnin′ all night (oh-oh)
Party in that moonlight
Yeah, I was raised right (you damn right)

Raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)
Yeah, I was raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)

I was raised up in that black dirt
Didn't know what it really meant at first
Five days every week they can′t chill 'cause they at work
Give the shirt off of their back, sir, and, yeah, they break their back work
And everythin′ ever learned in the life was right back here on that dirt
Definition of a blue-collar, workin' hard for a few dollars
If you need us for anythin', all you ever gotta do is holler
Workin′ hard for new tomorrow, but I think we got the best behind us
Stay straight-faced, put up blinders and, yeah, you know where to find us


Every Georgia boy knows there′s a level of respect
Buddy, this is my home and I'ma rep it ′til my death (that's right)
And if I ever do pass, y′all just throw me in the dirt
Next to granny and the family at that old Baptist Church (yeah)
If this ain't the best place in the world
Better get a case and a pack of Marlboro′s

Gotta hop in the F-150, mile ride
Where the bumps in the road make the ass end slide
Learn what I could from the creeks and the pines
Work like you should, get a piece of that pie
Kind of life where your kids get cornbread fed
Wearin' that black and red

See, I was raised right here
Smoke rollin' off of these stills (oh-oh)
Hay growin′ all in these fields
I was raised right here
Yeah, them fires burnin′ all night (oh-oh)
Party in that moonlight
Yeah, I was raised right (you damn right)

Raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)
Yeah, I was raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)
Raised right (you damn right)