[Verse 1]
Got red dirt on my boots and a beer in my hand
Raised on backroads and blackjack at the tribal land
Choctaw lights glow like Vegas down the road
Winstar’s calling but I ain't lettin' go
Pennington Creek runnin’ cold through the pines
Fish on the line and the whiskey’s fine
We got bonfires burnin’ ‘til the moon gets high
And the skeeters bite harder than a goodbye
[Chorus]
This is Southeastern livin’, where the river runs wide
Texoma waves crashin’ with a rebel pride
We ain't got much, but we make it loud
Every lake party’s like a shakedown crowd
From the Red River Valley to the neon signs
We’re small town strong and we're doin’ just fine
Raise that can, this is how we’re sinnin’
Yeah, we’re born and bred in Southeastern livin’
[Verse 2]
Friday night starts with a tailgate tune
Old Chevy parked under the July moon
Cousins, friends, and strangers too
All sippin’ cheap liquor like it’s somethin’ new
Four-wheel drives kickin’ up that clay
Crickets singin' harmony with Tim McGraw playin’
Ain’t no place I'd rather lose my mind
Than down here where the stars always shine
[Chorus]
This is Southeastern livin’, where the river runs wide
Texoma waves crashin’ with a rebel pride
We ain't got much, but we make it loud
Every lake party’s like a shakedown crowd
From the Red River Valley to the neon signs
We’re small town strong and we're doin’ just fine
Raise that can, this is how we’re sinnin’
Yeah, we’re born and bred in Southeastern livin’
[Bridge]
You can keep your cities and your uptown lights
We got heart, we got grit, we got beer on ice
Every dive bar’s a home, every jukebox a hymn
And the stories get bigger with the fifth shot in
[Final Chorus]
This is Southeastern livin’, where the wild runs free
From the Choctaw halls to the fishin’ spree
We toast the good, we fight through the bad
And every hard time turns into a laugh
From the Red River Valley to the neon signs
We’re small town tough and we walk that line
Crack that cold one, let the night begin
Yeah, we’re proud as hell of Southeastern livin’
[Outro – Spoken, with guitar fade-out]
Mosquitos and all, we wouldn’t trade it for nothin’...
