Spitters Are Quitters (Modern Southern Soul / Blues) Intro Yeah... Hey DJ, turn that Southern soul up. We grown in here tonight. Haha... y'all know the saying... Verse 1 She walked in with them blue jeans painted on, Sweet perfume and a smile so strong. Whole room stopped when she hit the floor, I knew right then I had to know a little more. She said, "Baby, don't waste my time," "I like a man that can read between the lines." Bought her a drink, we laughed all night, That country girl had my world feeling right. Pre-Chorus She leaned over with a wink and a grin, Said, "If you're scared, don't even begin." Everybody laughed when she threw that line, Now she's got the whole juke joint losing their minds. Chorus Spitters are quitters, that's what she said, Had the whole blues club shaking their heads. Laughing and dancing, rocking side to side, Southern soul feeling on a Saturday night. Don't start something you can't finish, baby, That's just the way we play. Spitters are quitters, everybody sang, Two-stepping while the guitars rang. Verse 2 Now Auntie laughed, Uncle Joe laughed too, Even the bartender knew what to do. Band hit a groove with that down-home swing, Everybody hollered, "Let the good times ring!" She grabbed my hand, pulled me to the floor, Said, "Come on, baby, show me what you're here for." We danced so close till they called last call, Didn't need much talking at all. Bridge Give me that blues guitar, That bass line deep. A little grown-folk love, A little country beat. Life's too short to sit around, Let's dance until the lights come down. Final Chorus Spitters are quitters, sing it loud with me, That's Southern soul comedy. Raise your glass, let the music play, Leave your worries at the door today. From Memphis town to Mississippi roads, Everybody knows how this story goes. Spitters are quitters, the whole crowd sang, And the juke joint echoed with that Southern twang. Outro Haha... Y'all know I ain't start that saying... I just put a little Southern soul on it. Band, take us home!
