Текст песни Billy Currington - Growin` Up Down There
Billy Currington - Growin` Up Down There слова песни
(Billy Currington/Kenny Beard/Casey Beathard)That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rainSure made for one nasty messAh but we were ridin` high in the old truck of mineAs deep as we could getAlways lookin` for a rut tryin` not to get stuckAnd swingin` that mud everywhereGrowin` up down thereMe and my friends where the deep river bendsHad a long rope tied to a treeTakin` turns on a swing, takin` turns takin` drinksAnd I don`t mean iced teaA good buzz later playin` chicken with the gatorsWay too young to be scaredGrowin` up down thereAnd those tan little peaches turnin` us onKeepin` things hot all summer longIf I could back in a second I swearWell I`d still be growin` up down thereWell nothin` going on ever lasted too longWe were good at makin` good timesFind a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin`Through both ends of the nightHad the radio up had a keg in a truckTryin` to get lucky somewhereGrowin` up down thereAnd those tan little peaches turnin` us onKeepin` things hot all summer longIf I could back in a second I swearWell I`d still be growin` up down thereYeah those tan little peaches turnin` us onKeepin` things hot all summer longIf I could back in a second I swearWell I`d still be growin` up down thereYeah lookin` back now man it don`t seem fairIf you didn`t get to do itGrowin` up down there