Lyrics:
the door
To kick down the door
To kick down the door
written by Georgia Middleman and Kristy Jackson
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You can
sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees.
It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide,
A song of pure revival and a style that's
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
the diamonds fall they burn like tears
Once I had a love from the Georgia pines
Who only cared for me
I wanna find that love of twenty-two
Here
the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave
Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy
Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, we'll destroy
Ain't no
Have you ever seen a Georgia sunset?
Across the cool October sky
You know it's like a little piece of Heaven
Hung in between the day and night
warning
One Wednesday early morning
Now Wednesdays will never be the same again
Long distance call from Georgia
Sweet southern speak was what you gave to me
on
Well there aint no ham like the Birming-ham
To make a fella wanna stay in Alabam
But I crossed into Georgia into Eastern Time
And dared to eat a peach
afraid to cross the line.
What happened to the workin' man,
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives.
I was raised in Georgia, in a one red
Before the Cherokee rose
The Cherokee rose
The Cherokee rose
My boots sink down into the soft red Georgia clay
Bought with their blood, this land here
play the field, 'cause ain't much happenin' for me here /
Yo, I'm on that midnight train to Georgia (baby I think its time I play the field)
© 2006
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state
We had motor trouble it
a bitch
(Man)
That DS Cliq, I'ma 'bout to pitch a fucking fit
And start blowing this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice, Wun?
Down in Georgia, six
I shouldn't feel so sad
It was all I had
I should be glad
Coming into Atlanta
Big wheels turning
Talk about negroes
Talk about the fruit
Georgia
Take me back to California
I wanna get back to California
If I survive these Georgia nights
I'll be back in Florida.
I wanna get back
No one can
There is no mercy for playa hatas cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me then, "Hell naw" before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where
the highway
Hoping that we find a way
To let you know
We got many, many, many miles to go
got caught up in georgia
But you bailed me out in time
We all want
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
like an ultra sound
I'm in Florida and Georgia and Portland now
I might show up in your city
With a forty pounder and a quarter ounce
To relieve
life,
You ain't seen the other side of me,
Let this fire burn inside my bones,
It's hot down here but it feels like home,
Tennessee,
Georgia,
Mississippi,
born a ramblin' man
My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
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