Southern Belle - Scotty McCreery
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Southern Belle Lyrics
Somewhere down south, there's a swinging screen door
Sundressed beauty on a hot front porch
Knocking one back, baby, oh my Lord, have mercy
Shooting out gravel, saying oh, my stars
She's Dukes of Hazzard in her daddy's car
Amazing Grace in a Mason jar, have mercyYou can go around the block
'Round the town, 'round the world
But there's nothing like a down home girlAin't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea
Blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belleSaturday night with the red lipstick
Just like Scarlett, she's gone with the wind
Sunday morning with the honey biscuits, have mercyYou can go around the block
'Round the town, 'round the world
But there's nothing like a down home girlAin't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea
Blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring like a southern belleBaby, swing low, making me high
Wanna catch your heart like a firefly
Hold on to you for the rest of my life
Have mercy
My baby swinging low, it's making me high
Wanna catch your heart like a firefly
Hold on to you for the rest of my lifeAin't nothing ring like a southern belle
Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea
Blue-jean dreams is wrong
Well, I can't help it
Ain't nothing ring, no
Nothing rings like a southern belle
Oh, like a southern belle
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea
Blue-jean dreams is wrong
Guess I'll be wrong with my southern belle
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