Backroads in My Blood

[Intro]
Mud on my boots
Sun on my neck
Mama said “boy,
never forget”
[Verse 1]
Grew up where the dust
writes your name on the truck
Where a hard week’s work
still feels like luck
Fish fry Friday
church on Sunday
We talk slow
but we walk it one way
Yes sir, yes ma’am
raised on respect
Snapback sweat-ring
flag on the shed
Cornfield crown
I wear that loud
Born in the sticks
and it still makes me proud
[Chorus]
I’m proud to be from the South
From a small-town map
you can’t even sound out
Got that drawl in my mouth
Got that dirt-road faith
that you can’t buy now
From the red clay fields
to the old farm house
Every scar, every mile
yeah, it all counts
I’m proud to be from the South
I’m proud to be from the South (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Granddad’s knife
in my glovebox rattlin
Hand-me-down Ford
but the heart still battlin
Front porch light
stays on for the fam
We grill in the yard
and we pray where we stand
Sweet tea sweating
on a leaning rail
Tales get taller
with every ale
City boy laugh
till he rides around
Then he feels that peace
when the sun goes down
[Chorus]
I’m proud to be from the South
From a small-town map
you can’t even sound out
Got that drawl in my mouth
Got that dirt-road faith
that you can’t buy now
From the red clay fields
to the old farm house
Every scar, every mile
yeah, it all counts
I’m proud to be from the South
I’m proud to be from the South (hey!)
[Bridge]
Say what you want
I’ll stand my ground
Got kin in this dirt
got roots in this town
If loving where I’m from
makes me too loud
Turn it up louder
let me say it right now
[Chorus]
I’m proud to be from the South
From a small-town map
you can’t even sound out
Got that drawl in my mouth
Got that dirt-road faith
that you can’t buy now
From the red clay fields
to the old farm house
Every scar, every mile
yeah, it all counts
I’m proud to be from the South
Yeah, I’m proud to be from the South (woah)

rap, Country rap with male vocals over a swampy trap groove: twangy banjo and dobro riffs, thick 808 low end, and snapping claps. Verses ride a laid-back, confident pocket; chorus widens with stacked gang vocals and a simple sing-rap hook. Subtle organ pads in the back, kick slams on the downbeat, final chorus adds ad-libs and extra harmonies for a big, proud finish., country