Roads To Da Dirty South

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by Kj

Verse I:

Palm trees in my memory, swamp water in my veins,
Crickets singin’ louder than the sound of freight trains.
Front porch stories in that thick night air,
Memaw say, “Girl, don’t forget where.”
Bayou moon and a six-string cry,
Boots in the mud and a red sunset sky.
Now snow falls heavy where the north wind roams,
But every mile away just pulls me back home.

Chorus:

’Cause my heart still beats in Louisiana ground,
Where the bass of the south keeps thumpin’ that sound.
I’m up north grindin’, tryin’ to make my way,
But loyalty’s roots never fade away.
Yeah the road might twist and the rivers might roam,
But every road I ride leads my soul back home.
Dirty south blood, yeah it’s deep in my bones,
Louisiana love never leaves you alone.

Verse II:

Yeah I traded bayou breeze for a cold street light,
Snow on the boots, but the soul still southern all night.
Minnesota wind got a bite so mean,
But it can’t freeze the fire where I come from, ya see.
Gumbo in the pot, zydeco in the bar,
Backyard bonfires under rusted old stars.
Down here they ask where that accent’s from,
I just smile and say, “Where the magnolias grow strong.”

Chorus:

Verse III:

From Baton Rouge nights to them backroad drives,
To shrimp boats rockin’ under gulf coast skies.
Family ties thicker than the bayou mud,
You don’t walk away from that kind of love.
So I carry it north in the songs I write,
In every long road under neon lights.
And no matter how far these highways bend,
That southern horizon waits again.

Bridge:

Hear the river callin’ through the midnight breeze,
Smell the rain on cypress trees.
Miles away but the truth I’ve known,
A southern soul always finds its home.

Chorus:

Yeah my heart still beats in Louisiana ground,
Where the rhythm of the south keeps spinnin’ around.
I might roam these roads in a northern zone,
But the dirty south will always be home.
Every mile I ride, every song I roam,
All roads in my heart lead back home.

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Roads To Da Dirty South by Kj Verse I: Palm trees in my memory, swamp water in my veins, Crickets singin’ louder than the sound of freight trains. Front porch stories in that thick night air, Memaw say, “Girl, don’t forget where.” Bayou moon and a six-string cry, Boots in the mud and a red sunset sky. Now snow falls heavy where the north wind roams, But every mile away just pulls me back home. Chorus: ’Cause my heart still beats in Louisiana ground, Where the bass of the south keeps thumpin’ that sound. I’m up north grindin’, tryin’ to make my way, But loyalty’s roots never fade away. Yeah the road might twist and the rivers might roam, But every road I ride leads my soul back home. Dirty south blood, yeah it’s deep in my bones, Louisiana love never leaves you alone. Verse II: Yeah I traded bayou breeze for a cold street light, Snow on the boots, but the soul still southern all night. Minnesota wind got a bite so mean, But it can’t freeze the fire where I come from, ya see. Gumbo in the pot, zydeco in the bar, Backyard bonfires under rusted old stars. Down here they ask where that accent’s from, I just smile and say, “Where the magnolias grow strong.” Chorus: ’Cause my heart still beats in Louisiana ground, Where the bass of the south keeps thumpin’ that sound. I’m up north grindin’, tryin’ to make my way, But loyalty’s roots never fade away. Yeah the road might twist and the rivers might roam, But every road I ride leads my soul back home. Dirty south blood, yeah it’s deep in my bones, Louisiana love never leaves you alone. Verse III: From Baton Rouge nights to them backroad drives, To shrimp boats rockin’ under gulf coast skies. Family ties thicker than the bayou mud, You don’t walk away from that kind of love. So I carry it north in the songs I write, In every long road under neon lights. And no matter how far these highways bend, That southern horizon waits again. Bridge: Hear the river callin’ through the midnight breeze, Smell the rain on cypress trees. Miles away but the truth I’ve known, A southern soul always finds its home. Chorus: Yeah my heart still beats in Louisiana ground, Where the rhythm of the south keeps spinnin’ around. I might roam these roads in a northern zone, But the dirty south will always be home. Every mile I ride, every song I roam, All roads in my heart lead back home.

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