Yep, headed on down to Baxley, Georgia Family reunion and all that (hey, cous', hey, kinfolk) Uh, uh, oh, yay Hahaha, uh, ay Seventy-five, headed through Macon Sixteen, w-w-we on the road, yeah C-cotton fields, gettin' off of Dublin 31 through the country we roll C-cuttin' up, drinkin' with my cousins Small town, where's everything slow, yeah Eatin'-eatin' blue crab, pickin' out the dead men Show the babies everything we know Through the good and bad, our tradition survived And now it's our turn to keep it alive, yeah Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Skin so soft, j-just to get the gnats off Good Lord, some of y'all don't know, yeah Snappin' beans, sittin' up on the back porch Got a bushel and a half let to go, oh, ho-ho yeah Through the good and bad, our tradition survived And now it's our turn to keep it alive, yeah Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Headed on back to Baxley, yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay) Fire up the grill, we finna have a fish fry, we goin' back with it Oh we're headed on back to Baxley, yay-yeah (ay, ay, ay, ay)