G.R.I.T.S.

Hubby and I have very different tastes in music, and I have to say we both had a weird combination of likes.

He likes old country(Hank, Willie.. and music of that such) as well as rap( Eminem..).

I, on the other hand, like the new country stuff (Jason Aldean, Eric Church), and rock (just about anything).

Most of the time I can handle his choices because I am not that picky, but I don't necessarily LIKE the music.. However, he has been trying to get me to listen to some music from a few artists I had never heard before and I was very reluctant. Can I just take a second to say I love one of the guys he has been twisting my arm about, Brantley Gilbert.

He sounds a lot like the new country artists I enjoy. He has a song, which has become one of my favorites of lately about G.R.I.T.S. (girls raised in the south) that I cannot keep from listening to.. Absolutely love it.

Here are some of the lyrics...

1. I had a buddy come down 'round last July

Called me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line

Said he was headin' down South and lookin' for a real good time

I said man come on I got a place in mind

We pulled up at a bar right off the Georgia line

Walked in and man his eyes got wide and when his jaw hit the floor all I could do was smile

He said man, we got some pretty women up North

but I aint never seen nothin' like this

I said man these here ain't ordinary women

We call these grits

Chorus: She's a product of being raised in the country

She knows her roots and works hard for her money

Southern draw and dark tan legs

Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred

Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death

Good at actin' innocent and playin' hard to get

With the girls tonight man they're out on the town

Grits man, a girl raised in the South

2. We sat down at the bar and had a couple drinks

Breakin' his neck just scopin' the scene

It wasn't long before he had my attention pointed towards the door

He was starin' at long legs that ran into boots

Short skirt and her t-shirt didn't have her much use

But she walked right to the juke box and fired it up

She had every head turnin boys' eyes was burnin'

As she made her way out to the floor

Had the jealous girls lookin' on sayin' she ain't nothin but a...

Oh my God she just broke it down low

Chorus: She's a Product of bein' raised in the country

She knows her roots and works hard for her money

Southern draw with dark tan legs

Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred

Now she loves her mom and daddy and the lord to death

Good at actin' innocent playin' hard to get

With the girls tonight man they're out on the town

Grits man, a girl raised in the South