Heaven South

Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
 Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
 Old Glory waving at you as you're driving by the courthouse
 And it's just another day in Heaven South
 A little country angel like you've never seen
 Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans
 You pick her up on Friday, and you pucker up and kiss her on the mouth
 And it's just another day in Heaven South
 Drive down Main Street and everybody's there
 Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square
 Sign says "No cruising" but nobody cares
 I got a girl to put my arm around
 It's just another day in Heaven South
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 It's just another day in Heaven
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 There's a bunch of lawn chairs in the living room
 There's a UFC fight on pay per view
 Gonna fry up beer steaks, got fireworks for afterwards tonight
 Gotta make a little run for beer and ice
 Down on Main Street and everybody's there
 Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square
 Turn on the news you'd think the world ain't got a prayer
 If you turn it off and look around
 It's just another day in Heaven South
 Eggs on the griddle, coffee in my cup
 Farmer on a tractor, kids on a bus
 Old Glory waving as they raise her up above the court house
 And it's just another day in Heaven South
 Oh-oh, it's just another day in Heaven
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 It's just another day in Heaven South
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 It's just another day in Heaven South
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 It's just another day in Heaven South
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh
 Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh