Southern Glory Nights

[Verse] There's a church bell ringin' in the evening sun, Parlayed with the sound of a hometown gun, Lost my woman but I’m still here, strong and mean, Rockin' deep south pride in my worn-out jeans. [Verse 2] Rolling down the backroads in my Chevy truck, Summertime heat, ain't no way we're stuck, Whiskey in my veins, that Southern flame, I’m a self-proclaimed tough guy, living for the fame. [Chorus] Back to the fields where the corn stalks grow, Down home cookin' and that early rooster crow, Tight jeans, strong arms, heart of the South, Life’s a bit of honey with a sip of the stout. [Verse 3] Saturday nights, neon lights and dusty bars, Trading love stories, showin' scars, Lost, found, and spun around, Small town life is homeward bound. [Bridge] Under the pine trees where secrets lay, Each goodbye’s a price we pay, From the gospel sounds at the town church door, To the echoes of love, she's not here no more. [Chorus] Back to the fields where the corn stalks grow, Down home cookin' and that early rooster crow, Tight jeans, strong arms, heart of the South, Life’s a bit of honey with a sip of the stout.