Southern Side - Frankie Ballard

You’re cutting up those Turnip greens

Drumming pots and pans in the kitchen

Dancing 'round in little feet

And singing Dixie chicken

In the small of your back

I see that Ole Miss tattoo

Baby I love the

Southern side of you

Come on

Up on the North side

I get lost in your eyes

And on your East and West

I know those arms

Will hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair

Of cutoff jeans like you do

Baby I love the

Southern side of you

The taste of your kiss

It feels like July Georgia peaches

Your skin’s been bronzed

By those Alabama beaches

A sip of Tennesee whiskey

Always gets you in the mood

Baby I love the

Southern side of you, yeah

Well, up on the North side

I get lost in your eyes

And on your East and West

I know those arms

Will hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair

Of cutoff jeans like you do

Baby I love the

Southern side of you

Yeah, the way I look at you

Girl I hope it shows

That I’m all about you

From your head down to your toes

Up on the North side

I get lost in your eyes

And on your East and West

I know those arms

Will hold me tight

Nobody wears a pair

Of cutoff jeans like you do

Baby I love the

Southern side of you

Baby I love the

Southern side, aw, of you

I love the

Southern side of you

Yeah, baby

Shake it mama

Shake it

I love the

Southern side of you