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