Well I can do funk
And I can do blues
But one thing I haven't done is gone back to my roots
Cuz I'm a good ol' southern Georgia boy
And I got nothing left to lose
So for this song
I'm goin' back to my roots
When I turned 10
My mama gave me a beer
She said "In my book if you're double digits you're in the clear"
Well I took that triple IPA and I went on my merry way
And drove my daddy's pickup off the pier
When I was 8
I killed my first deer
Well I aimed that RPG and she just disappeared
Well at least I didn't miss her
Like some useless city slicker
I blasted that skinny doe into next year
When I was 6
I went to prison
My kindergarten teacher she just wouldn't listen
I said I'll eat the crayons if I want to
But she yelled at me as I had a mouth of baby blue
She hurt my feelings, so she went missing
When I was 4
I fell in love with a lady
She was the prettiest cousin I had, can you blame me?
But she ran off with another boy
She said he had so much better toys
Broke my heart the day our grandma turned 30
When I was 2
I was smoking Newports
I was the coolest kid around with my shades and jean shorts
I had a pocket full of Skoal
And a diaper of liquid gold
Drunk off my sippy cup
Full of Jack and Coke
Well I can do funk
And I've done blues
But one thing I haven't done is gone back to my roots
Cuz I'm a good ol' southern Georgia boy
And I got nothing left to lose
So for this song
I'm goin' back to my roots
