|
South Of Atlanta Lyrics - Artist : Brent Cobb
There's a town in South Georgia where the water is clean
Loblollies grow tall, the critters ain't mean People who live there are the kind you can trust They all grew up riding the county school bus There's a town in south Georgia so humble and small If you sneeze driving through, you won't see it at all Every Sunday at supper they're bowing their heads Thankful for snap peas and chili cornbread Take me South of Atlanta down I-85 East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air Take me South of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there Old Joe's at the Chevron, take that to the bank He'll wipe off your windows, he'll fill up your tank There's a good game of checkers that's happening somewhere You ain't had barbecue 'til you had it down there Take me south of Atlanta down I-85 East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there There's a town in South Georgia where the fishing's still good And if you want to fight, you gotta spit your own wood People wave without taking their hand off the wheel They're keeping it simple, they're keeping it real If they give you their word, you can put it in stone If the whole world goes crazy, there's one place that won't And lord when I die, let's make a deal Lay me down in that town, where time stands still Take me south of Atlanta down I-85 East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there Take me south of Atlanta down I-85 East of Alabama, where Old Dixie still flies You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there |
Copyright © 2009-2024 |