I grew up in South Carolina
 Singing all them bluegrass and country songs
 I'd sing from Hannah down to Charlestowne
 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 [bad word] outta me

 I remember standing in the warm sunshine
 Working my fingers to the bone
 Singing as I suckered down that ole drag row
 I came up with a music all my own it