Lyrics

Milk duds, ligtnin' bugs, sweet cherry wine chug-a-lug chug-a-lug/gone fishin' skinny dippin' she tried to whip the devil around the stump Oh my my shoo fly pie Whistle dixie while the world rolls by/the only thing sacred to my southern upbringin was the sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken But with a sweet talk and a slow drawl/she wasn't no stick in the red clay mud/moonstruck and with lady luck i lost more than the tailgate tot he back of that truck singin' Oh my my shoo fly pie/whistle dixie while that world rolls by/the only thing sacred to my southern upbrining was the sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken Oh no everybody knows showed up sunday mornin' in saturday night's clothes/Holy smokes I swear I didn't know it was the preacher's freaky daughter that I didn't get home Oh my my shoo fly pie/whistle dixie while that world rolls by/the only thing sacred to my southern upbringing was the sunday sermon and my mama's fried chicken - See more at: http://www.cheleytackett.com/here_cd/#sthash.9GLBHAoM.dpuf