Lyrics:
pines are my shelter from the light
I'm singing in the foxfire with the children of the night
Georgia pines are my shelter from the light
And I've seen
'Neath that old Georgia pine
We'd gain a lot of ground
'Cause we'd both give a little
And their ain't no road to long
When we meet in the middle
'Neath that old Georgia pine
We'd gain a lot of ground
'Cause we'd both give a little
And their ain't no road to long
When we meet in the middle
'Neath that old Georgia pine
We'd gain a lot of ground
'Cause we'd both give a little
And their ain't no road to long
When you meet in the middle
because of you
Wait until the night
I'm looking in the light
And were sipping that Georgia pine
But still we
Run for the line
I'm taking in a vine
Georgia pines
My sweet Augusta darlin'
The one true love of mine
She whispers that she loves me
She knows I feel the same
I thank the Lord above me
When I
old Georgia pine
We'd gain a lot of ground
'Cause we'd both give a little
And their ain't no road to long
When you meet in the middle
It's been seven
the tears out of my eyes
Two-lane highway, Georgia pines
I’m running low on gasoline and time
You call me up and just the sound
Of your voice on the phone
on the breeze in the midnight glow
I'll get the guitar
You get the shine
The smoke will have us higher than a Georgia Pine
Let's build a fire
Fifteen down
Georgia Pines
Cause it's all I know
And I wanted to stay
But I can't stand the look on your face
I'm headed home getting gone
Hit the road like a rolling
small town big time
Right over that Florida line
Ten miles from the Georgia pines
Twenty minutes from the coastline
There's a lot of boats down there
cigarettes butts and used cigars
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big moon
butts and used cigars
Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line
Hear that lonesome whistle whine
Smell that perfume of Georgia pines
See that big moon roll above
hangin' down
Lofty as the southern love we've found
Spanish moss
Keeps on followin' my thoughts around
Georgia pine and Ripple wine
Memories
When uncle Jim played the fiddle
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
And it echoed down the mountains
To those Georgia pines
Ran through
A sad song sounds sadder
On an old Gibson
It only gets better
Played a thousand times
Like an old Georgia pine can't pick up and run from its
On a no cab tractor hauling them bales
Backing in boats, fishing limb lines
Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut
When uncle Jim played the fiddle
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
And it echoed down the mountains
To those Georgia pines
Ran
Like a tall Georgia pine, I'm okay being me
Don't you worry 'bout them, don't you worry 'bout me
Never fear what they say, only fear what you think
Never
Georgia pines
My sweet Caroline
Sweet Caroline
And if you see my baby tell her i'll be home soon
Cause life on the road is so damn cold and I'm tired
That's drippin' off the Georgia pines
We got fields that go on forever
We got roots a mile deep in this ground
When you're young then you run
But then
for what life's worth
Roots run deeper than a Georgia Pine
Tell me your story, I'll tell you mine
Every fall it's the county fair
See people ya know
And I've had enough
So I tell her stubborn ass to hit the road
I want to be high as a Georgia pine
Now that she's gone
I've found my peace of mind
I don't
on a Tuesday
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam
We're all higher than a Georgia pine
We are believing that we are still free
We all got something to hide
Some might say
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