โหลดเพลง mp3 Growin' Up Down There - Billy Currington

Growin' Up Down There - Billy Currington
Written by：Billy Currington/Kenny Beard/Casey Beathard
That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess

Ah but we were ridin' high in the old truck of mine
In deep as we could get

Always lookin' for a rut tryin' not to get stuck
And swingin' 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' turns on a swing takin' turns takin' drinks
And I don't mean iced tea

A good buzz later playin' 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 ever 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 a truck
Tryin' to get lucky somewhere
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

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

Yeah lookin' back now man it don't seem fair

If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there