Southern Branded

Lyrics

Original by Pete & Carrie Hunt
[Chorus]
Southern branded
Don't give a damn
Born in the dirt in the red clay
Man it's just the way God planned it
The bandit like bird on the mic in the bird
I handle it
Scandalous, dangerous, angel dust

[Verse 1]
Outlaws, this one for the South y'all
Lynch mob with the chainsaws
Ride or die like a Stonewall

[Chorus]
Southern branded
Got my foot on the gas and I'm heavy handed
Down here we grow up in a world where nothing is handed
Me and my crew and we doing it the way that we planned it
Southern branded
Southern branded

[Verse 2]
This how we are down here in the Bible Belt
And you can't brand me in my Davy Crockett hat and the buckle's belt
And the rattlesnakes, the corn snakes, and the cottonmouth
Better watch yourself and the crooked cops in the city
God's the only trust yourself
So come to hell you better bring your Bible
But we ain't reading that, going to the revival (whoa)

[Chorus]
Southern branded
Got my foot on the gas and I'm heavy handed
Down here we grow up in a world where nothing is handed
Me and my crew and we doing it the way that we planned it
Southern branded

[Outro]
Ain't nothing handed
This one for the South y'all we do it how we planned it
This one for the South y'all we don't give a damn
This one for the South y'all we Southern branded
This one for the South y'all
(Guitar Solo)