Sam Griffith - Hand of the South Lyrics

I was raised on woods and running barefoot free
I was taught respect and how the Lord loves me
And when I get real low like the flow of a dried up creek
I think back to what made me

It's a place I go when the world gets cold
Where the hay is baled and the barns are old
Where the hardened hands of a working man have a story to be told
Yea way out here where the pine trees grow

It's like warm kind of feeling you'd never wanna live without
Yea you ought to believe it, the way that it leaves no doubt
I'm a better man when I holding the hand of the south

Its a small town turn around to stop and talk a while
Where your family lives down the road a half a mile
Where your neighbors wave and always have a smile
Where you feel at home and you never wonder why

It's the guitar stringing, porch swinging, church singing, life I love
Where time moves slower and you can't say I love her enough

Yea I'm a better man when I'm holding the hand of the south

Its the Sunday lunch sittin at MawMaw's house
Where you picked your peas and shelled every one you found
Grown by hand and raised right out the ground
That's what it means to be from the south

It's the flow of the river, the gift and the giver man
And you soak it all in while you floating the rivers bend
Yea I'm a better man when I'm holding the hand of the south