Heaven South

Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea

Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33

Old Glory waving at you

As you're driving by the court house

And it's just another day in Heaven South

A little country angel like you've never seen

Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans

You pick her up on Friday

And you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth

And it's just another day in Heaven South

Drive down Main Street and everybody's there

Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square

Sign says "no cruising" but nobody cares

I got a girl to put my arm around

It's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh

It's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh

There's a bunch of lawn chairs in the living room

There's a UFC fight on pay per view

Gonna fry up beer steaks, got fireworks for afterwards tonight

Gotta make a little run for beer and ice

Down on Main Street and everybody's there

Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square

Turn on the news you'd think the world ain't got a prayer

If you turn it off and look around

It's just another day in Heaven South

Eggs on the griddle, coffee in my cup

Farmer on a tractor, kids on a bus

Old Glory waving as they raise her up above the court house

And it's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, it's just another day in Heaven

Oh, oh, oh

It's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh

It's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh

It's just another day in Heaven South

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh