Lyrics Charlie Farley – Southern Summertime

Singing along to the radio
Poppin’ a top on something cold
Tryna beat the heat with a little buzz
The girls in the cutoffs and dixie cups

I was born on this side
Raised in this life
And I like my fish fried
Hushpuppies and fries
Sweet tea, coleslaw on the side
Dig deep to make room for pie
(That’s us)
It’s the fourth of July roman candles light up the night sky
(That’s us)
It’s the riverbank parties, bikini tops and Bud Light
(That’s right)
So hop in and either fall in drunk or fall in love
Til I phone a friend and tell em you’re in luck
It’s been seven months, the southern summer showed up
Just in time, time for tan lines
Legs backs and thighs
Oh my, my, my
Oh why, why, why can’t ya stay
I love that southern summertime

Singing along to the radio
Poppin’ a top on something cold
Tryna beat the heat with a little buzz
The girls in the cutoffs and dixie cups

Tire swing on the oak tree going in feet first
(Yeah that’s us)
Deep in the howler where ya holla beer run if you really wanna quench your thirst
(That’s us)
Swimmin’ in blue jeans
Women swimmin’ in em too it ain’t just a men thing
Bathing in the sun and the fun
Gettin’ numb from the whiskey, beer and shine
(That’s us)
Good time summertime brings in climbing temp so you know what that means
Bathin’ in creeks, rivers or lake streams
With a babe that loves them ol’ guitar strings
She loves ridin’ high, holdin’ your knee
You’re holdin’ her thigh while trying to control the
Urge to lean in and kiss her on her cheek
So you crank the radio you know she loves it when you sing that

Singing along to the radio
Poppin’ a top on something cold
Tryna beat the heat with a little buzz
The girls in the cutoffs and dixie cups
Little country fun up under the sun
We having the time of our lives
It’s a southern summertime

(Out here it’s)
Bratts on the grill
You know the deal
Beer on chill, igloo on wheels
Plenty red seal and time to kill
Ain’t nothin’ like a southern night
With them stars above lightin’ up the night life
Along with truck lights, the song to get right with
Now where the hell is my fifth

Singing along to the radio
Poppin’ a top on something cold
Tryna beat the heat with a little buzz
The girls in the cutoffs and dixie cups
Little country fun up under the sun
We having the time of our lives
It’s a southern summertime