Georgia Boy

Sidewalks lined with dogwood trees
All roads lead to Peachtree Street
I grew up smack dab in the middle
Where the devil went down, yeah, Charlie and the fiddle
Where the girls are sweeter than the Dixie Crystal
You should know
You can take me out of my home sweet home
Of the two light town where the pecan groves grow
Take a don’t look back drive up 75 over the state line
You can wash that clay off of all four tires
But 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 Bulldog games
Catfish cookin' in a cast iron skillet
With an ice cold beer and a buttermilk biscuit
If I ain’t there damn right I miss it all, I miss it all
You can take me out of my home sweet home
Of the two light town where the pecan groves grow
Take a don’t look back drive up 75 over the state line
You can wash that clay off of all four tires
But 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, yeah
There ain’t no better place I’ve found
She’s got my heart there ain’t no doubt
You can take me out of my home sweet home
Of the two light town where the pecan groves grow
Take a don’t look back drive up 75 over the state line
You can wash that clay off of all four tires
But 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
I’m a Georgia boy, yeah