Lyrics:
to be Georgia bound, ridin' old number 9
But I always turn around on that county line
Maybe it was that house I was raised in and the blizzard of '93
don't know what it is about this girl that gets me
There's just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
You might find her down at the Florida-Georgia Line
She
show
I want to lie down in southern Georgia
I want to call in your dogs by name
Play you the one about Carolina
Put on a record, honey, fire and rain
Namely a hurricane
Well she followed me through Florida
About as calm as a gun for hire
But it wasn't 'til south Georgia
That girl nearly set my chest
All the tops are down and paradise is calling
(Hello?)
I know they thinkin’ I’m from Georgia with this peach
(Damn!)
And all the tops are off, they
It's homemade pies and Georgia pines
Old bird dogs and Spanish moss
It's mama's tea that's way too sweet
It's, "Come on in and have a seat"
Yeah,
hvit og musikken svart
Over Oslo lå ei mørk desembernatt
Og tonan i fra Georgia
Leka gjemsel med ein julesang
got a lot to say in Music City USA
I could draw a line from Texas
To any place that's on a map
I might be in California
Then go to Georgia, be
ist da, wenn ich ruf'
Aber Baby hat die Straße im Blut
Ich hab' dich on my mind wie Georgia
Undercover Stalker
Zweihundert am Hals, ich hab' den
when he gets done from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she's special,
She reminds him he's a man and he has worth
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's
I ever hit Birmingham
It took a summer shoein' horses
In northern Georgia
To find out who I am
I hit a hot streak in Biloxi
Lost it all by San
strips I've read a million times
So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?
It's really not
and the cheese
Say my bank account is deceased
I don't need a bitch to preach
I don't need a bitch leash
I just need a bitch to queef
Creamy pussy, Georgia
or crawling
Some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet
And they came from Zimbabwe or from Soviet Georgia
East St. Louis or from Paris or they lived
need
It didn't even matter I wasn't 21
I had a Georgia license that said I was
David Ashley Parker from Powder Springs
November 27 turnin' 23
Five
Salieron de Atlanta Georgia
Dos hombres muy decididos
Era Javier Espinoza
También "Él Pelón" su amigo
El sueño de hacer historia
Los llevo al
Marianne
I'm doing the best that I can
When you crawl I'll crawl
Get on down and do the Georgia crawl
When you crawl I'll crawl
Marianne, Marianne
the rain beating on the roof of an old red barn
I love the way Ray Charles sings about Georgia
But there ain't nothing like Sunday mornings
When you're
skin nigga with a 90s twang
Pull up, hood up, might be with Georgia, might be with gang
Hey, mans got a broader selection
Carribbean order collection
on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wasting time, yeah
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco bay,
Harbor
She had a mission that was burning in her young eyes
I met a soldier going home to Georgia
He loved this country with every inch of his life
We could stay at home, listen to the radio
Or dance around the fireplace
If I never get to build my mansion in Georgia
Or drive a sports car up
Az ördög elment Georgia-ba, hogy lelket lopjon batyujában
Lassanként besötétedett, de az ördög még ma akart üzletet
Szembejött egy cowboy, aki
Cuando el diablo bajo a Georgia buscando un alma que robarse ahí
Llego el de prisa como la brisa, a lo mejor un trato yo hago aquí, un
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