Jordan Rager - Georgia Boy

Sidewalks lined with dogwood trees all roads lead to Peach Tree street
I grew up smack dab in the middle where the
Devil went down gave Charlie the fiddle
The girls are sweeter than the Dixie Crystal, you should know

You can take me out of my home sweet home
With a two light town where the pecans grow
Take a don't look back drive on 75 over the state line
Wash that clay off our all four tires where
That old sweet song's always on my mind
No matter where I go there's still a part of me
That's always gonna be a Georgia boy

Shoot that hooch on Saturdays, Athens for the Georgia game
Catfish cooking in a cast iron skillet with an ice cold beer and a buttermilk biscuit
If I ain't there damn right I'll miss it all

You can take me out of my home sweet home
With a two light town where the pecans grow
Take a don't look back drive on 75 over the state line
Wash that clay off our all four tires where
That old sweet song's always on my mind
No matter where I go there's still a part of me
That's always gonna be a Georgia boy

Sidewalks lined with dogwood trees all roads lead to Peach Tree street

You can take me out of my home sweet home
With a two light town where the pecans grow
Take a don't look back drive on 75 over the state line
Wash that clay off our all four tires where
That old sweet song's always on my mind
No matter where I go there's still a part of me
That's always gonna be a Georgia boy

Written by:
Andy Albert, Dave Pittenger, Michael Whitworth

Publisher:
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