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Brent Cobb

South Of Atlanta

 

South Of Atlanta

(álbum: Shine On Rainy Day - 2016)


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

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