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G.R.I.T.S.

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What Are The Lyrics For G.R.I.T.S. By Brantley Gilbert?
I had a buddy come down 'round last July
Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line Said he was headin' down South and lookin' for a real good time I said, "Man, come on, I got a place in mind" We pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line Walked in, hell, his eyes got wide And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile And he said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north But I ain't never seen nothin' like this" I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women We call these grits She's a product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money Southern drawl and dark tan legs Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death All actin' innocent, playin' hard to get The girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, girls raised in the south I'm talking way down south Man, we sat down at the bar and had a couple drinks Breakin' his neck, just scopin' the scene It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door He was starin' at long legs that ran in the boots Short skirt and her T-shirt didn't have much use But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up She had every head turnin boys' eyes were burnin' As she made her way out to the floor Had the jealous girls lookin' on sayin' she ain't nothin' but a Oh my God, she just broke it down low She's a product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money Southern drawl and dark tan legs Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death All actin' innocent, playin' hard to get The girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, girls raised in the south Product of being raised in the country She knows her roots and works hard for her money Southern drawl and dark tan legs Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death All actin' innocent, playin' hard to get The girls tonight, man, they're out on the town Grits, man, girls raised in the south In the dirt south Hell yeah |
Who Wrote G.R.I.T.S. By Brantley Gilbert?
Brantley Keith Gilbert
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What's The Duration Of The G.R.I.T.S. By Brantley Gilbert?The duration of G.R.I.T.S. is 3:29 minutes and seconds. |
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