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The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain**lf**Sure made for one nasty mess**lf**Ah, but we were ridin&ampapos; high in that old truck of mine**lf**In deep as we could get**lf**Always looking for a rut, tryin&ampapos; not to get stuck**lf**And slinging that mud everywhere, growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**Me and my friends where the deep river bends**lf**Had a long rope tied to a tree**lf**Takin&ampapos; turns on the swing, takin&ampapos; turns takin&ampapos; drinks**lf**And I don&ampapos;t mean iced tea**lf**A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators**lf**Way too young to be scared, growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**And those tan little peaches turnin&ampapos; us on**lf**Keepin&ampapos; things hot all summer long**lf**If I could go back in a second, I swear**lf**Well. I&ampapos;d still be growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**We&ampapos;ll, nothin&ampapos; going on never lasted too long**lf**We were good at makin&ampapos; good times**lf**Find a field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin&ampapos;**lf**Through both ends of the night**lf**Had the radio up, had a keg in the truck**lf**And tryin&ampapos; to get lucky somewhere**lf**Growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**And those tan little peaches turnin&ampapos; us on**lf**Keepin&ampapos; things hot all summer long**lf**If I could go back in a second, I swear**lf**Well. I&ampapos;d still be growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**And those tan little peaches turnin&ampapos; us on**lf**Keepin&ampapos; things hot all summer long**lf**If I could go back in a second, I swear**lf**Well. I&ampapos;d still be growin&ampapos; up down there**lf****lf**Yeah, lookin&ampapos; back now, man, it don&ampapos;t seem fair**lf**If you didn&ampapos;t get to do your growin&ampapos; up down there