South Of Atlanta

verse 1 There's a town in south Georgia where the water is clean Lob-lollies grow tall, the winters ain't mean The people who live there are the kind you can trust They all grew up riding the county school bus verse 2 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 verse 3 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 until 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 verse 4 There's a town in south Georgia where the fishing's still good And if you want a fire, you gotta split 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 And if the whole world goes crazy, there's one place that won't Bridge 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 (x2)