| Song | Growin' Up Down There |
| Artist | Billy Currington |
| Album | Billy Currington |
| 作曲 : Beard, Beathard, Currington | |
| That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain | |
| Sure made for one nasty mess | |
| Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine | |
| In deep as we could get | |
| Always lookin' for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck | |
| And swingin' that mud everywhere, growin' up down there | |
| Me and my friends wear the deep river bends | |
| Had a long rope tied to a tree | |
| Takin' turns on a swing, takin' turns, takin' drinks | |
| And I don't mean iced tea | |
| A good buzz later playin' chicken with the gators | |
| Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell, | |
| I'd still be growin' up down there | |
| Well, nothin' goin' on ever lasted too long | |
| We were good at makin' good times | |
| Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin' | |
| Through both ends of the night | |
| Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck | |
| And tryin' to get lucky somewhere, growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell, | |
| I'd still be growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell | |
| I'd still be growin' up down there | |
| Yeah, lookin' back now man it don't seem fair | |
| If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there |
| zuò qǔ : Beard, Beathard, Currington | |
| That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain | |
| Sure made for one nasty mess | |
| Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine | |
| In deep as we could get | |
| Always lookin' for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck | |
| And swingin' that mud everywhere, growin' up down there | |
| Me and my friends wear the deep river bends | |
| Had a long rope tied to a tree | |
| Takin' turns on a swing, takin' turns, takin' drinks | |
| And I don' t mean iced tea | |
| A good buzz later playin' chicken with the gators | |
| Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell, | |
| I' d still be growin' up down there | |
| Well, nothin' goin' on ever lasted too long | |
| We were good at makin' good times | |
| Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin' | |
| Through both ends of the night | |
| Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck | |
| And tryin' to get lucky somewhere, growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell, | |
| I' d still be growin' up down there | |
| And those tan little peaches turnin' us on | |
| Keepin' things hot all summer long | |
| If I could back in a second | |
| I swearWell | |
| I' d still be growin' up down there | |
| Yeah, lookin' back now man it don' t seem fair | |
| If you didn' t get to do your growin' up down there |