Coffey performs Southern Man on NBC’s Nashville Star. www.nbc.com Lyrics: Well, I like to go fishin’, I like my truck I say God Bless You instead of good luck I like to wear my hat, cocked to the side Never been a gangsta’, that’s just how I ride I’m straight up country if you ain’t knowin’ Instead of sayin’ hi, we say how’s it goin’ I had a hot date she was thinking romancin’ Took her to a barbeque we ended square dancin’ Keep your Escalades, diamond rings We got cowboy hats with boots and jeans Fat Cadillac, bull horns on the hood Left on the dirt road and welcome to my hood Let me be your Southern Man Catfish fried up in the pan Don’t be offended if I said “ma’am” I’m just trying to be Your Southern Man Stepped out the house, boots on, straight limpin’ Down in the South We’re rodeo pimpin’ Cheese on my eggs, butter with grits We eat everything fried, you know how that is I bought a Dodge truck, skipped on the Lexus Came on a John Deere tractor from Texas Sit back, relax your mind Better bring your own money ‘Cause you ain’t spendin’ mine Keep your Escalades, diamond rings We got cowboy hats with boots and jeans Fat Cadillac, bull horns on the hood Left on the dirt road and welcome to my hood Let me be your Southern Man Catfish fried up in the pan Don’t be offended if I said “ma’am” I’m just trying to be Your Southern Man Country boy style, with the country boy tone Holler from the porch, ’cause we don’t use the phone Down in the South, it’s all about love We don’t …