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Doraville, touch of country in the city Doraville, it ain't much, but it's home Friends of mine say I oughta move to New York New York's fine, but it ain't Doraville Every night, I make a living making music And that's all right to folks in Doraville Yeah, hey hey Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey It's funky but i'ts pretty Sweet Georgia Yeah, hey hey Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey Come on down and visit, you'll dig it Red clay hills, rednecks drinking wine on Sunday Behind their field getting down in Doraville (CHORUS) It's all right It's all right Doraville Doraville, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right Doraville Doraville |
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This is a song for those Jesus hearted people
This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me I came across a Norman Rockwell In a faded magazine And the pictures on the page Brought to mind familiar faces I think everybody knows the kind I mean This is a song for those Jesus hearted people The gentle folks at home Yours and mine This ones for the good ole boys That I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me They are an easy going people Though they are hard set in their ways And they do not take the chance Even though the times are changing 'Cause they just can't get above them good ole days And this a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody knows one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys That I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Those Jesus hearted people treated me doo doo doo doo doo doo How I love those Jesus hearted people This is a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody's known one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me And I love the way them Jesus hearted people people treated me This is a song for those Jesus hearted people Everybody's known one or two Haven't you This ones for the good ole boys I'd give the world to see This ones for the way Them Jesus hearted people treated me |
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I'm gonna haunt you like a ghost in the dark
I'm gonna haunt you for breaking my heart I'm gonna track you like a thief in the night I'm gonna stick around and see Who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me I'm gonna spite you till my dyin' day I'm gonna fight you every inch of the way, yeah Don't ever turn your back and think that I'm gone I'll always be around to see Who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Tell me, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? I ain't no fool [Incomprehensible] I'm gonna haunt you like a ghost in the dark I'm gonna get you for breaking my heart I'll tell the world what a devil you are I'll get you back for gettin' me Baby, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Tell me, who you gonna run to when you're through walkin' on me? Who'll your next fool be, who you gonna run to |
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Livin' out of a suitcase
Sleepin' in hotel rooms Rental cars and airport bars And dog day afternoons My occupation is a picker And music is my game Sometimes it makes me crazy But I would not change a thing So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson Let's give it everything we got just one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel so fine Four o'clock in the morning Waitin' for a plane We passed around the bottle, Lord And we don't feel no pain Life out here on the highway Has its ups and downs But last night the Georgia rhythm Tore up another town So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson, it's alright Let's give it everything we got just one more time One more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine, yeah Alright Rising above the madness Homeward bound again To normal ways and lazy days And old familiar friends Some conversation with my lady Some love long overdue God knows I hate to leave her But I got a job to do So lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson, son Let's give it everything we got just one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Makin' music, movin' on down the line One more time Lay down a back beat Crank up your trusty Gibson Let's give it everything we got just one more time, one more time Lovin' the life we're livin' Playin' that Georgia rhythm Nothin' else ever made me feel this fine Give it everything we got just one more time |
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If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind
If you lose your money, great God, don't lose your mind And if you lose your woman, please don't fool with mine I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep I'm gonna buy me a bulldog, watch my lady whilst I sleep 'Cause women these days, they're so doggone crooked That they might make off 'fore day creep Well, you can't watch your wife and your outside women too You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women too 'Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do? Well you can't watch your wife and your outside women too You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women, too 'Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do? |
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Atlanta Rhythm Section
Neon Nites We were two crazy people It was a neon nite A little glitter Multi-colored slides There was some high stepping Oh, what a life With those high rolling Star snuggling neon nites Guess we had us A high time or two I remember those Neon nites with you Give me some high trotting Sure got it on Those oogie boogie Honky tonky songs You wore your silver stockings We danced 'til dawn Hootchie cootchie Hard rocking all night long Now the dance of bright lights Make me blue I miss those neon nites With you We were two crazy people It was a neon nite A little glitter Multi-colored slides Nowadays the bright Lights make me blue Yes, they do And I miss those Neon nites with you I miss those neon nites With you de buoux ;) |
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