Growin` Up Down There — текст песни (Billy Currington)

(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
As 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 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 back in a second I swear
Well I`d still be growin` up down there

Yeah those tan little peaches turnin` us on
Keepin` things hot all summer long
If I could 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 it
Growin` up down there