She's as long and leggy
as the tallest Georgia pine
Goes right away straight to your head
like Elderberry wine

That sweet Georgia peach
Filling every Southern need

With a draw as smooth
as the cool Smokey Mountain dew
Lighting up the night sky
like Lightning bugs in June

Knows how to treat her man so well
That sweet Southern Belle

Like the waves of Saint Simons Island
Kissing the Georgia the shore
Keeps you coming back for more of that
Hard for any man to ignore

Settle for nothing less
Than a girl that's G.R.I.T.S.
(Girl Raised In The South)