I grew up in South Carolina
Singing all them bluegrass and country songs
I'd sing from Hannah down to Charlestown
Getting all the people to sing along 
To what I call

South Carolina low country
Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze
Reaching up to touch the crescent moon
South Carolina low country
Is the music that comes out of me

I remember standing in the warm sunshine
Working my fingers to the bone
Singing as I suckered down that old drag row
I came up with a music all my own 
It's what I call

South Carolina low country
Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze
Reaching up to touch the crescent moon
South Carolina low country
Is the music that comes out of me

God bless Wade Hampton and The Small Fox
Their strength will stand the test of time
They fought for a flag, a state and a way of life
Because of that you will always find 
Me singing my

South Carolina low country
Oh, the sound in my heart will always be
South Carolina low country
That's the music that comes out of me me
It's the music coming out of me