Growin Up Down There

A A A A That A red Georgia clay, when mixed with the rain Sure made for one nasty mess Ah, but D here we are ridin' high in that old truck of mine In A deep as we could get Always E looking for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck And slinging that mud everywhere, growin' up down A there A Me and my friends where the deep river bends Had a long rope tied to a tree Takin' D turns on the swing, takin' turns takin' drinks And A I don't mean iced tea A E good buzz later playing chicken with the gators Way too young to be scared, growing up down A there (walk up to D And those D tan little peaches, A turnin' us on D Keepin' things hot all G summer long If D I could go back in a A second, I D swear Well, I'd still be growin' E up down A there Well, A nothin' go on never lasted to long We were good at makin' good times Find a D field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burnin' Through A both ends of the night Had the E radio on, had a keg in the truck And tryin' to get lucky somewhere Growin' up down A there (walk up do D And those D tan little peaches, A turnin' us on D Keepin' things hot all G summer long If D I could go back in a A second, I D swear Well, I'd still be growin' E up down A there Fiddle Solo And those D tan little peaches, A turnin' us on D Keepin' things hot all G summer long If D I could go back in a A second, I D swear Well, I'd still be growin' E up down A there Yeah, A lookin' back it down seem D fair If you didn't get to do your growin' E up down A there