That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were ridin´ high in that old truck of mine
In deep as we could get

Always lookin´ for a rut, tryin´ not to get stuck
And swingin´ that mud everywhere, growin´ up down there
Me and my friends wear the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin´ turns on a swing, takin´ turns, takin´ drinks
And I don´t mean iced tea
A good buzz later playin´ chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared, growin´ up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin´ us on
Keepin´ things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I´d still be growin´ up down there
Well, nothin´ goin´ on ever lasted too long
We were good at makin´ good times
Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin´

Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
And tryin´ to get lucky somewhere, growin´ up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin´ us on
Keepin´ things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I´d still be growin´ up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin´ us on
Keepin´ things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well I´d still be growin´ up down there
Yeah, lookin´ back now man it don´t seem fair
If you didn´t get to do your growin´ up down there