South Of Atlanta - Brent Cobb

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