Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

This that southern playalistic Willie smokin', whiskey sippin'
Southern like my mama's kitchen
Gravy biscuits, fried chicken, Backroads, I'm still tippin'
Wood wheel, I'm still grippin'
Stand strong, no ass kissin'
Ol' school ass whippin'
Come from the bottom nothin' is a problem
Say get 'em, I got 'em, I promise
My roots are blue-collar
Them boys from the holler
Do anything that they can just for a dollar
Pit bulls in the yard, broken down cars
I'm like fuck it, I'm high
I pull up trailer park pimpin'
With a double wide dime

'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin'
Mama washin' out my dirty mouth
Pickin' switches
I'm a hell raisin' rebel
That you better never tread on
Gun totin' drinkin', smokin', Hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

I'm from a place where they mix rock, county, and hip-hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black
It's that old-school flavor
Sippin' something
Rippin' more lines than notebook paper
Outlaw spirit
My middle finger stuck up again
Bad boy
We all know good women love troubled men
Got that music cranked loud
We won't turn shit down
Peaceful people but believe it, we gon' burn shit down

Oh, I'm a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin'
Mama washin' out my dirty mouth
Pickin' switches
I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on
Gun totin', drinkin', smokin', Hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

You know some folks won't change
Who stand for the flag and kneel to pray
It's the land of the free because of the brave
From the cradle to the grave
We were made in the USA

Yeah, I'm a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin'
Mama washin' out my dirty mouth
Pickin' switches
I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on
Gun totin', drinkin', smokin' Hoss that you can bet on
Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south (dirty south)
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andrew Baylis, Brantley Keith Gilbert, Jason Bradley De Ford