G.R.I.T.S. - Brantley Gilbert

G.R.I.T.S.

Brantley Gilbert

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I had a buddy come down 'round last July

Called me when he crossed the Mason-Dixon Line

Said he was headed down south and looking for a real good time

I said, "Man come on, I got a place in mind"

We pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line

Walked in, man, his eyes got wide

And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile

He said, "Man, we got some pretty women up north

But I ain't never seen nothing like this"

And I said, "Man, these here ain't ordinary women

We call these G.R.I.T.S"

She's a product of being raised in the country

She knows her roots and works hard for her money

A Southern drawl with dark tan legs

Ain't nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred

Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death

Acting innocent, playing hard to get

With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town

G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south

We sit down at the bar, had a couple drinks

Breakin' his neck just scoping the scene

Wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door

He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots

Her short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have much use

But she walked right to the jukebox and fired it up

She had every head turning, boys eyes was burning

As she made her way out to the floor

Had all the jealous girls lookin' all sayin'

"She ain't nothin' but a-"

Oh, my God, she just broke it down low

A product of being raised in the country

She knows her roots and works hard for her money

A Southern drawl with dark tan legs

Ain't nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred

Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death

Acting innocent, playing hard to get

With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town

G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south

She's a product of being raised in the country

She knows her roots and works hard for her money

A Southern drawl with dark tan legs

Ain't nothing like a woman, Southern born and bred

Now she loves her mama, daddy, and the Lord to death

Acting innocent, playing hard to get

With her girls tonight, man, they're out on the town

G.R.I.T.S. man, a girl raisied in the south

Yeah

- It's already the end -