Born in a southern living magazine
Red door red door hanging on a green brick porch
Grand piano sitting in the main room
Flippin' through I keep passing by a page at a time
Ain't it sweet when they promise you fools gold
Parting words all the logic's been undersold
Try to hide it try to hide it
Not right now there's a secret holdin'
The soul of the south
Lie around that storm's been growing
And tearin' its way
Not right now
Raised near that new old school boutique
He said she said something about me running around
Now you've got me spending what I'm saving
Flippin' through I keep passing by a page at a time
Ain't it sweet when they promise you fools gold
Parting words all the logic's been undersold
Try to hide it try to hide it
Not right now there's a secret holding
The soul of the south
Lie around that storm's been growing
And tearin' its way
Not right now
Not right now there's a secret holding
The soul of the south
Lie around that storm's been growing
And tearin' its way
Not right now