Jimi-Lyn Heath

Jimi-Lyn Heath

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Country Rocker. Raised in what she likes to refer to as the "Dirty South", her sound is reflective of the traditional roots-based country that southern fans love to hear and carries just enough rocking charisma that she is drawing a large mainstream audience as well.

Biography

If you've been to her shows, listened to her music, or just sat down and had a cup of coffee with Jimi-Lyn, then you know that there is a lot of fire coming from this 5'2 Country Rocker. Jimi-Lyn has the ability to bring you from tears to rage in about three and a half minutes, simply by listening to one of her songs.

Raised in what she likes to refer to as the "Dirty South", her sound is reflective of the traditional roots-based country that southern fans love to hear and carries just enough rocking charisma that she is drawing a large mainstream audience as well.

Besides using her powerful vocals, Jimi-Lyn can play a variety of musical instruments which include: the guitar, bass, piano, fiddle, cello, percussions, mandolin and flute. Jimi-Lyn's music focuses on the "experience" of living, and how wonderful and sometimes tragic it can be. Her mission is to bring back the artistry and roots that has been lacking in so much of today's music...and its about time.

Lyrics

"Dirty South"

Written By: Jimi Heath, Bob Wirth, Katy Powers

Dirty South

Slow drive into Jacksonville
Goin back to visit kin
Truckstops and trailerparks
And I know Im home again
Poorfolk on the welfare bridge
Fishin for tomorrows meal
Salty air blowin back my hair
Bringin on that muggy feel

Fishcamps, Lil Champs
Burnin hard earned buck
Divebars, racecars
Diesel dually trucks

Take me down to the Dirty South
Mud and marshlands all around
Where my hometown people never let me down
Take me down to the Dirty South
Where freedom cries out strong and loud
I should be ashamed, but Im so damned proud

Pull up to a single-wide
Humble place that I was raised
Weathered faces, sweet ice tea
Mama talks about ole days
Turkey shoots and barbeque
Roastin oysters, chuggin beer
I earned my redwings when I was 10
The day I shot that white tail deer

Slidin pits, chewin dip
Parties in the parkin lots
4X4’s, navy whores
And runnin from the cops

Take me down to the Dirty South
Mud and marshlands all around
Where my hometown people never let me down
Take me down to the Dirty South
Where freedom cries out strong and loud
I should be ashamed, but Im so damned proud

Lord laid his hands on Dixie
Land of hospitality
Runnin right through my veins
And it’s the world to me

Take me down to the Dirty South
Mud and marshlands all around
Where my hometown people never let me down
Take me down to the Dirty South
Where freedom cries out strong and loud
I should be ashamed, but Im so damned proud

(c) Jimi Heath (BMI), Katy Powers (BMI), Bob Wirth (ASCAP)