"Southern Rock" lyrics

It was a limestone stone skippin' on a creek
It was a Cherokee arrowhead buried on the bank in the weeds
Like every red clay brick laid in that ten percent paid two-story cul-de-sac house
Every piece of me is straight out of that ground

From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern Rock

It was a backseat bottle poured on 'em, goin' straight to your head (Yeah)
It was a medicine bottle slidin' up a six-string neck
It was grandaddy's name chiseled in slate when the good Lord finally called him home
No, it ain't always pretty, but it's all I know

From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
Sung about it Sunday standin' sweatin' in a back pew
Threw 'em at her window, snuck her out half past two
It's who I am, where I stand, and I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern

Rock 'n' roll
Crush 'n' run backroads
If you get it, then you get it, if you don't, then you don't
So, when my time's done on this one
God willin'
Play a little "Sweet Home," bury me down in it (Yeah)

From the gravel on the road that I skinned my knees on
Skynyrd on the radio, I cut my teeth on
'68 Mustang, half rust, half paint, front yard cinder blocks
It's "Freebird" singin' from a bar crowd choir
Preacher just a preachin' 'bout brimstone and fire
Yeah, it's who I am, where I stand, no, I ain't forgot
I was raised on Southern Rock (Yeah)

I was raised on Southern, raised on Southern Rock