Southern Belle - Scotty McCreery

Somewhere down south, there’s a swinging screen door

Sundressed beauty on a hot front porch

Knocking one back, baby, oh my Lord, have mercy

Shooting out gravel, saying «oh, my stars»

She’s Dukes of Hazzard in her daddy’s car

Amazing Grace in a Mason jar, have mercy

You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world

But there’s nothing like a down home girl

Ain’t nothing ring like a southern belle

Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt

Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong

Well, I can’t help it

Ain’t nothing ring like a southern belle

Saturday night with the red lipstick

Just like Scarlett, she’s gone with the wind

Sunday morning with the honey biscuits, have mercy

You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world

But there’s nothing like a down home girl

Ain’t nothing ring like a southern belle

Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt

Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong

Well, I can’t help it

Ain’t nothing ring like a southern belle

Baby, swing low, making me high

Wanna catch your heart like a firefly

Hold on to you for the rest of my life

Have mercy

My baby swinging low;

it’s making me high

Wanna catch your heart like a firefly

Hold on to you for the rest of my life

Ain’t nothing ring like a southern belle

Those angels singing down in the Bible Belt

Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong

Well, I can’t help it

Ain’t nothing ring, no, nothing rings like a southern belle

You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world

But there’s nothing like a down home girl

Oh, like a southern belle

You can go around the block, ‘round the town, ‘round the world

But there’s nothing like a down home girl

Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong

Guess I’ll be wrong with my southern belle