MASON DIXON

The beer's a little colder, and everybody knows ya

Down in my neck of the woods

County line credit, you won't catch me forgettin'

Who I am or my roots

The stars shine brighter, the moon'll help ya find'er

When your runnin' off through the woods

Barefoot in the creek, you kiss her on the cheek

And you never felt so good

Dirt road stompin', tail gate droppin', and we got another story to tell

When ya get down South of the Mason Dixon, the tea taste sweeter like them down home women

It's hard to explain, but thangs hit diff'ernt