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 that comes 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 its 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 that comes outta me

God bless Wade Hampton and The Swamp Fox

Their strength will stand the test of time

They fought for a flag' a state' and a way of life

Because of that you will always find me singing my

South Carolina low country

Oh' the sound in my heart will always be

South Carolina low country

That's the music that comes outta me

It's the music coming outta me