(Verse 1)
Kicked up dirt flyin’ off that backroad bend,
Old Ford roarin’ like a storm rollin’ in again.
Skynyrd blarin’ through a busted dash light,
Raised on trouble, raised on Friday night.
(Pre-Chorus)
Mama’s yellin’ from the porch, “Boy, don’t go too far,”
But I was already gone, chasin’ one more scar…
(Chorus)
’Cause I’m Southern born and rollin’ free,
Got gasoline veins and a wild streak in me.
Dive in the springs, that cold shock feel,
Back when life was raw and nothin’ but real.
Now I’m hangin’ out down in Daytona Beach,
Rockin’ out waves crashin’ right at my feet—
No matter where the fast lane leads,
I’m Southern born and rollin’ free.
(Verse 2)
Midnight moon and a tailgate throne,
Six-pack chillin’ and the boys all singin’ along.
Burnin’ rubber on those backroad turns,
Heart like a match—always ready to burn.
(Pre-Chorus)
Blue jeans ripped, pocket knife on my side,
Country roots deep but I live loud and wired…
(Chorus)
’Cause I’m Southern born and rollin’ free,
Got gasoline veins and a wild streak in me.
Dive in the springs, that cold shock feel,
Back when life was raw and nothin’ but real.
Now I’m hangin’ out down in Daytona Beach,
Rockin’ out waves crashin’ right at my feet—
No matter where the fast lane leads,
I’m Southern born and rollin’ free.
(Bridge – Heavy Guitar Hit)
Turn it up, let the thunder roll,
I’m a dirt-road rebel with a beach-town soul.
From the pine-line trails to the ocean sand,
I’m still that Southern boy you can’t understand.
(Final Chorus – Double Time, Big Riff)
I’m Southern born and rollin’ free,
Crank that amp and let it bleed.
From the spring-water splash to the Daytona breeze,
This rock-country heart ain’t ever gettin’ tamed or cleaned.
Yeah, I’m hangin’ out in Daytona Beach,
Sunset burnin’ like a fire on the sea—
Ain’t a better life for a man like me…
Southern born and rollin’ free.
Doug_Macedo
