Capo 1st Fret 
 
Intro:  (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