*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)*
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
*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)*
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