Southern Strings

Southern Strings

BandCountryRock

Country. We are southern and simple. We have a great time playing but the best part is what we play about. It's real, and comes from real life.

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Friday Nights

Written By: Corey Parker

Verse:
It's been a long hard week, I'm bout dead on my feet
This forty hours of overtime is about to get the best of me,
but my guitars in the backseat, and my girls in the front
We're heading down to the pasture, for a little fun
Chorus:
Cause it's Friday night we got some drinks on ice
a pretty little thing sittin' by my side
tailgates down and the musics up, big mud tires on lifted trucks,
We drive down by the river till we reach our spot,
Grab a cooler then we pop a top, build a fire till it's tall and bright, yea this is how we do it
All on a Friday night.
Verse:
Girl the way you move by the fire makes every man weak at his knees,
I can still smell your perfume rollin' on that summer breeze,
Lets sneak off to the creek, and take it to the ground
Girl whatever happens next, don't slow it down
Chorus:
Cause it's Friday night we got some drinks on ice
a pretty little thing sittin' by my side
tailgates down and the musics up, a little bit of Crown in a dixie cup
We drive down by the river till we reach our spot,
Grab a cooler then we pop a top, build a fire till it's tall and bright, yea this is how we do it
All on a Friday night.

(Instrumental with guitar solo)

Chorus:
Cause it's Friday night we got some drinks on ice
a pretty little thing sittin' by my side
tailgates down and the musics up, big mud tires on lifted trucks,
We drive down by the river till we reach our spot,
Grab a cooler then we pop a top, build a fire till it's tall and bright, yea this is how we do it
All on a Friday night.

How We Were Raised

Written By: Corey Parker

Verse:
Parked in the woods late at night
Where the guitars play and the moon is bright
There's a pretty thing sittin' by my side
With a mason jar full of apple pie moonshine

We head down to the swimmin' hole
Where it's nice and dark and nobody knows when we
Take it off on out in the creek
And we dance around in just our bare feet.
Chorus:
Yea, this is how we live down in the South
Where we get on down and crank it up loud
Work all week till it's time to play
Then we stomp our boots in this Georgia clay
It's a simple life, and that's ok
We're all just stuck in our Southern ways....

And that's how we were raised
Yeah that's how we were raised.
Verse:
We live off the land and grow our own food,
Our church clothes are jeans and cowboy boots

We hold our women nice and tight
Then we lay on down when the feelin' gets right
Chorus:
Yea, this is how we live down in the South
Where we get on down and crank it up loud
Work all week till it's time to play
Then we stomp our boots in this Georgia clay
It's a simple life, and that's ok
We're all just stuck in our Southern ways....

And that's how we were raised
Yeah that's how we were raised.
Bridge:
Don’t have time to worry about the small stuff
Yea life is short you better live it up
Instrumental (with guitar solo)
Repeat Chorus