Lyrics to Southern Voice by Tim McGraw

Hank Williams sang it
Number 3 drove it
Chuck Berry twanged it
And Will Faulkner wrote it
Aretha Franklin soul-ed it
Dolly Parton graced it
Rosa Parks rode it
And Scarlett O' chased it

Smooth as the hickory wind
That blows from Memphis
Down to Apalachicola
It's, "Hi y'all! Did ya eat? Well,
Come on in child.
Sure glad to know ya"
Don't let this old gold cross
An' this Allman Brothers t-shirt throw ya
It's cicadas making noise
With a southern voice

Hank Aaron smacked it
Michael Jordan dunked it
Pocahontas tracked it
And Jack Daniels drunk it
Tom Petty rocked it
Dr. King paved it
Bear Bryant won it
And Billy Graham saved it

Smooth as the hickory wind
That blows from Memphis
Down to Apalachicola
It's, "Hi y'all! Did ya eat? Well,
Come on in,
I'm sure glad to know ya."
Don't let this old gold cross
An' this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya
It's cicadas making noise
With a southern voice

Jesus is my friend
America is my home
Sweet iced tea and Jerry Lee
Daytona Beach
That's what gets to me
I can feel it in my bones

Smooth as the hickory wind
That blows from Memphis
Down to Apalachicola
It's, "Hi y'all! Did ya eat? Well,
Come on in child,
I'm sure glad to know ya."

Don't let this old gold cross
An' this Charlie Daniels t-shirt throw ya
We're just boys making noise
With a southern voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Southern Voice
I got a southern voice
A southern voice

These lyrics were corrected by Robin Thomas