[Chorus: [?]]

This is where I stand, this is who I am

Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon

You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw

'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all

[Verse 1: [?]]

Yeah, come on down, man we havin' a ball

We 'bout to throw the pig on the pit for all of y'all

I done made a fire, got the wood on deck

Just bring the Bud Light, we 'bout to get redneck

Down here in the southland is where we get down

We got the tailgates full of damn liquor man

Bring the Red Bull for all of y'all Jager fans

DJ Cannon Banyon playin' all them southern country jams

Got the girls all dancin' like they at a bar

Wylin' out crazy passin' 'round a Mason jar

Full of moonshine that Tyler Wood's made man

Man it's gettin' wild out here, man it's gettin' crazy

[Chorus: [?]]

This is where I stand, this is who I am

Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon

You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw

'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all

[Verse 2: [?]]

Yeah, here it goes

One for the country, two for my boes

Three for all of those in the camo clothes, you know

That's how we roll, slammin' Chevrolet doors

Makin' rooster tails fly in the 4x4's

It's like five, for all the country folks that can survive

Six for the hicks kickin' it down in the sticks

With some Pabst Blue Ribbon's and a mouth full of dip

Hangin' out with them sexy redneck chicks

Seven to all our loved ones watchin' us up in heaven

Eight 'cause we gotta make all our days here great

Nine put down the shine just tell me when

And ten for all my kin down to do it again

[Chorus: [?]]

This is where I stand (Yup), this is who I am (Shit, you know)

Down in the southland (Down in the southland), below the Mason Dixon (The Mason Dixon)

You can have a ball (Sure can), but don't jab your jaw (Shit, hell naw)

'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all

[Verse 3: Cap Bailey]

I was raised in the southland, raised on [?]

Gig frogs, grabbin' tits, all this shit I can't resist

Diggin' holes, mosh pit, old southern rock concerts

I just took a right and now my jaw hurts

Cap'll make 'em drop skirts, chillin' with the woman

We were kissin' in the kitchen, I was drinkin' she was cookin'

I've been missin' where I come from, I gotta get back

Just a fat packed lip and a handle full of Jack sayin'

I'm from the AR, my name's Cap

Flask in my pocket, southern ass up on my lap, haha

My buddies inked up so I got a couple tats

She can love me for the night but tell her not to get attached

[Chorus: [?]]

This is where I stand, this is who I am (Yee yee)

Down in the southland, below the Mason Dixon

You can have a ball, but don't jab your jaw

'Cause the boys 'round here don't have no fear of nothin' at all

[Outro]

That's right, yee