That red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain, sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were riding high in the old truck of mine in deep as we could get
Always looking for a rut, trying not to get stuck
And swinging that mud everywhere
Growin' up down there

Me and my friends where the deep river bends had a long rope tied to a tree
Taking turns on a swing, taking turns, taking drinks and I don't mean iced tea
A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared
Growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second, I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there

Well, nothing going on ever lasted too long, we were good at making good times
Find a field, spread the word, keep a bonfire burning through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
Trying to get lucky somewhere
Growin' up down there

And those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second, I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there

Yeah, well, those tan little peaches turning us on
Keeping things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second, I swear
I'd still be growin' up down there

Yeah, looking back now man it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there