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SCOTTY MCCREERY lyrics : "Southern Belle"

Somewhere down south, thereâ??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 daddyâ??s car
Amazing Grace in a Mason jar, have mercy


[Pre-Chorus]
You can go around the block, â??round the town, â??round the world

But there's nothing like a down home girl

[Chorus]

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


[Verse 2]
Saturday night with the red lipstick
Just like Scarlett, she's gone with the wind

Sunday morning with the honey biscuits, have mercy

[Pre-Chorus]

You can go around the block, â??round the town, â??round the world
But there's nothing like a down home girl


[Chorus]
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


[Bridge]
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


[Chorus]
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
Oh, like a southern belle
Well, brother, if loving those sweet tea, blue-jean dreams is wrong

Guess I'll be wrong with my southern belle

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