I grew up in South Carolina   Singin? all ?em bluegrass and country songs   I?d sing from Hannah down to Charlestowne   Gettin? all the people to sing along to what I call      South Carolina low country   Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune   And palmetto trees swayin? in that Atlantic breeze   Reachin? up to touch the crescent moon   South Carolina low country   Is the music that comes outta me      I remember standin? in the warm sunshine   Workin? my fingers to the bone   Singin? as I suckered down that old drag row   I came up with a music on my own, it?s what I call      South Carolina low country   Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune   And palmetto trees swayin? in that Atlantic breeze   Reachin? up to touch the crescent moon   South Carolina low country   Is the music that comes outta me      God bless Wade Hampton and The Swamp 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 singin? my      South Carolina low country   Oh, the sound in my heart will always be   South Carolina low country   That?s the music that comes outta me   It?s the music comin? outta me