Capo 1st Fret
Intro: (A) (A) (A) (A)
That (A) red Georgia clay, when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but (D) here we are ridin' high in that old truck of mine
In (A) deep as we could get
Always (E) looking for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck
And slinging that mud everywhere, growin' up down (A) there
(A) Me and my friends where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin' (D) turns on the swing, takin' turns takin' drinks
And (A) I don't mean iced tea
A (E) good buzz later playing chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared, growing up down (A) there (walk up to D)
And those (D) tan little peaches, (A) turnin' us on
(D) Keepin' things hot all (G) summer long
If (D) I could go back in a (A) second, I (D) swear
Well, I'd still be growin' (E) up down (A) there
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Well, (A) nothin' go on never lasted to long
We were good at makin' good times
Find a (D) field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin'
Through (A) both ends of the night
Had the (E) radio on, had a keg in the truck
And tryin' to get lucky somewhere
Growin' up down (A) there (walk up do D)
And those (D) tan little peaches, (A) turnin' us on
(D) Keepin' things hot all (G) summer long
If (D) I could go back in a (A) second, I (D) swear
Well, I'd still be growin' (E) up down (A) there
Fiddle Solo
And those (D) tan little peaches, (A) turnin' us on
(D) Keepin' things hot all (G) summer long
If (D) I could go back in a (A) second, I (D) swear
Well, I'd still be growin' (E) up down (A) there
Yeah, (A) lookin' back it down seem (D) fair
If you didn't get to do your growin' (E) up down (A) there
