Lyrics

DOWN HERE
(Ed Bentley/Jon Philibert)

1.
I had to see a friend in New York City
Have you been up there lately, man, it's just insane
The choas the hustlers and all that rat race noise
I couldn't wait to get back on my plane
I need to gear it down, been moving way too fast
Almost kissed the tarmac, when we touched down at last


Ch. 1
Down here, we take it kind of slow
Down here, where the Mississippi flows
We got antebellum mansions and little country shacks
Pickin' on the front porch, yes ma'm and y'all come back
Down here, tasting gram-pa's shine
Down here, where all we got is time
Life may not be perfect, but it can get damn near
Down here, down here

2.
Ain't nothing wrong with folks in California
But you can keep that smog and traffic in LA
I just don't understand those movie stars and how they live
Down here we do it all a different way
We don't need to spend our money, on expensive therapy
Cause we got country music, on the radio for free

Bridge
It's Skynnard, Merle and Faulkner, biscuits and sweet tea
Preachers preach on Sunday, hell it's good to be...yeah

Ch 2
Down here, you can feel the southern pride
Down here, driving nowhere, just to ride
We got summer nights with thunder, Grannie's pecan pie
The smell of sweet magnolia. counting fireflies
Down here, folks don't mind the heat
Down here, we go swimmin' in the creek
Life may not be perfect, but it can get damn near
Down here, down here


Ad lib:
Lord it's good to be back home,
Down here
The only place I wanna be,
Down here
Aw down here
Down here
That's right

Down here
Pickin' on the front porch
Filled with Southern pride
Down here
Grandma's country fixin's
And chicken Dixie fried
Down here

Down here
Way down in Dixie
Down here
Yeah Down Here, Down here
Down here

Yeah Ridin' my ol' John Deere
Down here
Where the barbecue and the people are real
Down here
Down here
Down here
Down here
Ah way down here