Johnathan East - The Way I was Raised Lyrics
You say you never had a man who drove a pick-up truck
And talked with a smooth Southern drawl
And you never seen a blue gill half as big
As the one on my living room wall
I ainít no Ivy League prep school boy
My olí man ainít too rich
Well, I come down from the country, girl
Raised out in the sticks.
And I may be loud, just a little high strung
And I may talk slow but, honey, I ainít dumb
If I come off proud or maybe set in my ways
Well, donít blame me, thatís the way I was raised.
See I was born on a red dirt road
Nothing but mud and dust
Ainít much to do when the sun goes down
Just sit and watch the cows all rust
Guitar pickiní and barbecue chicken
Thatís what I grew up on
Flyiní up and down the roads on a Saturday night
Just blaring out a country song.
Just put me on the bank of the Tallapoosa River
Just south of that Clay County line
With my girl by my side on a hot summer night
Just sippiní that homemade wine.
Itís just the way I was raised.
[Thanks to Johnathan East for lyrics]
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