Down in the holler, where the fireflies glow,Got a secret kinda rhythm, watchin' the river flow.Some folks talk of tractors, some of moonshine stills,But I'm humming 'bout the somethin' that gives me happy thrills.[Twangy Guitar Riff, playful and quick]Oh, those sweet tea whispers, on a porch swing warm and slow,Got a special kind of magic, everywhere we go.From the sugar shack's delights to the cornfields deep,There's a treasure down south, secrets we keep.[Banjo Pickin' Frenzy, a little faster]Some call 'em peaches, some call 'em plums,Little love nuggets, bringin' joyful hums.The danglers, the danglers, swingin' in the breeze,Put your mind at ease, darlin', put your mind at ease![Harmonica Moan, soulful and suggestive]That Southern sizzle, honey, it's a natural grace,A little bit of sugar, all over the place.Got that whisper biscuit feel, soft and mighty fine,Makes you wanna dance, makes you wanna intertwine.[Crowd Cheering, Build-up]Yeah, the heartland's hummin', feel the heat rise and swell,Every man and woman, got a story to tell.About the nooks and crannies, the bumps and the rounds,Best darn secrets, found on hallowed grounds![Key Change, Yeehaw! More energetic]So raise a glass of sweet tea, to the things unseen,To the juicy bits, the truly evergreen.From the root to the fruit, it's a pure delight,Makin' every day brighter, makin' every night: "Well now, ain't that just the truth?"The fuzzy wuzzies, the happy-go-rounds,Best darn sounds, all over these towns![Slightly Risqué Whisper]: "You know what I mean, sugar."[Outro Chuckle](Fade-Out with Laughter and a final banjo pluck)