Ian Flanigan – Under a Southern Sky Lyrics

 

Under a Southern Sky Lyrics by Ian Flanigan

 

Jenny’s so Walmart parking lot pretty
They ought to put her in a country song
She can outshine a Mississippi moon
And stay out twice as long
‘Tween her and the stars
There’s sure a lot going on ’round here
Billy’s got the first two chords figured out
To Small Town Saturday Night
Little smoke and a bottle little pass it around
Little hey who’s got the light?
We’re thicker than thieves
Camp fire kings
Just getting high

Under a southern sky
Tonight there’s a back seat fire burning hotter than the Forth of July
There’s some hard earned money ’bout to get thrown down
On a hard earned Friday night
Woah a whole lotta dreaming
Loving and leaving
And getting by
Under a southern sky

I got a cracked up concrete hometown heart
That needs little river bank
Little green, little trees, little set me free
Little cold beer, little old school Hank
Get me on back road
Hand out the window
Heading home
Under a southern sky

Under a southern sky
Tonight there’s a back seat fire burning hotter than the Forth of July
There’s some hard earned money ’bout to get thrown down
On a hard earned Friday night
Woah a whole lotta dreaming
Loving and leaving
And getting by
Under a southern sky

Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Ohhhh

Under a southern sky
Tonight there’s a back seat fire burning hotter than the Forth of July
There’s some hard earned money ’bout to get thrown down
On a hard earned Friday night
Woah a whole lotta dreaming
Loving and leaving
And getting by
Under a southern sky