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Georgia voting: Fact-checking claims about the new election law

Democrats say it restricts voting rights, but Republicans disagree – so what does the new law do?

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Bankroll Freddie – Pop It Lyrics (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Young nigga turnt, I'ma pop it (I'ma pop it)
Keep me a .30, nigga, this ain't no Roxy (Baow)
Get your ass shot, I ain't doin' no boxing (No boxing)
I cook this shit in they face like Hibachi
I know he hatin', I got the bitch watchin' (Haha)
She on my drip and she like how I pop it (Oh, she like it)
He can't afford neither one of these watches (Nah)
She wanna f*ck and she heard that I'm toxic (Big toxic)
I wanna f*ck on lil' mama, she thick (Ooh)
Booty so big, ooh, look at them hips (Look at her)
Like how she shake it, might give her a tip (Give a tip)
Go to the back, I might give her this tip (Ooh)
Straight to the room, got her all on my zip (Zip it up)
Beat that thang up from the back, let mе dip (From the back)
Say she got water, wеll I need a sip (Ooh)
p*ssy low mileage, take me on a trip (Yeah)
I know for a fact that she feelin' me (Ooh, ooh)
Catch us a vibe, yeah, she matchin' my energy (Yeah)
She a lil' hood, I think she's from Tennessee (On God)
Booty so big, could of thought she from Texas (Texas)
She got the peach, could of thought she from Georgia
That p*ssy so wet, well take me to Florida (Ooh)
I kinda adored her, so I Dior'd her
Let’s hit up Lenox and blow us a quarter, yeah (Quarter)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)

Pop it (Ooh), pop it
(Let the BandPlay)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, young bitch lit, I'ma shake some (Shake some)
If he got money, you know I'ma take some
Whoever I’m f*ckin', these bitches want next (What?)
You eatin' my leftovers, that’s not a flex (Ugh)
Bitches ain’t f*ckin' with me in this jewelry (Ah)
I need a nigga that know what to do with me
Guess I’m too hot so these bitches ain’t cool with me (Hey)
Too f*cking thick, he wish it was two of me (Ah)
Poppin', bad bitch, keep me a option (Yeah)
Wavy, hoes see me and get nauseous (Get nauseous)
Famous, leave with the nigga you came with (Came with)
Dangerous, I don't f*ck around with no lame shit
'Scuse me, we tryna get by with that Uzi
Finna let him bust off some rounds in this coochie (Baow, baow)
Bank tryna fit all this ass in the two seat (Hey)
Bitch finna go broke tryna outdo me
Umm, if I’m not the hottest, who is? (Who is?)
She got a booty fetish, tryna steal my shit (My shit)
M’s to the lawyer just to handle my biz' (My biz')
200K just to cover my wrist (Brrr)
He bopped out and I wanna see what that mouth 'bout
Start from the bottom to the top like a countdown (Ah)
Everybody pull out they phone when I pop out
Pop it, baow, baow
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh)
Pop it

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MLB: All-Star Game leaves Georgia to protest against voting law

Major League Baseball announced they are moving the 2021 All-Star Game and Draft out of Georgia.

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Street racing: They’re fast, Atlanta’s furious

Screeching tyres disturb the peace in Atlanta, Georgia, as street racers claim the city’s highways.

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Georgia lawmaker arrested as governor signs new election law

Park Cannon, a black lawmaker, was arrested and charged amid protests over a controversial new law.

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Darius Rucker – My Masterpiece Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was born with a heart with a beat like a rolling stone
Never did I realize where I was supposed to belong
I never knew what I was meant to do
I never made sense to me 'til I made sense to you

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon
I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope thеy say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Yеah, lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, babe

[Verse 2]
Girl, I swear your hazel eyes are making me feel
Like Picasso never had that color in his wheel
If I wrote the song, your name would be Georgia
And you'd be on my mind
Like a starry night, our love will stand the test of time

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon

I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope they say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Yeah, lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, darlin'
[Bridge]
So get a little closer, baby
I wanna take my time, wanna take all night
So get a little closer, darlin'
Wanna keep on workin' 'til I get it right

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon
I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope they say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Lovin' you, baby, yeah
Lovin' you, darlin'
Lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, I hope they say it all the time now
Oh, baby, I'm lovin' you
Lovin' you, babe

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Upchurch – Raise Hell And Eat Cornbread Lyrics

[Intro]
Hashtag RHEC
(You know you love the movement)
(Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie, don't lie)

[Chorus]
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

[Verse 1]
Straight up outta Dixieland, I ain't gotta say the name
Chevy S-10 sittin' on a K5 frame
Born in a small town, that's just how the shit goes
Once a nobody, now I get compared to Big Smo
Met a couple people that I like to call my homies
Fatt Tarr from Tiller Gang, boy, two counties above me
The public seem to love me but these haters say I'm frontin' (Huh)
Bring your ass to Tennessee and lemme show you somethin' (Yeah)
We got trucks that look like Grave Digger, 35's and go bigger
AR-15 .223 rounds with hair triggers
Straight tatted up like I'm datin' Kat Von D
Country boy fresh, representin' middle Tennessee
Kentucky, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, Louisiana
Maryland and Mississippi and both of them Carolinas (Huh)
RHEC, raising hell up in them Tonka Toys
RHEC, yeah you know that world-wide noise
[Chorus]
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread

Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

[Verse 2]
Brahma grade Ford with a hella lotta hunting stickers
Born where my roots tend to run just a little deeper
Barefoot bandit, grew up as a true creeker
Pop's up at holly ran momma was a chill hippie (Hit me)
If the Devil was in was Georgia then he traveled down to Tennessee
I guess somebody told him that he had to come and challenge me
I put his ass in check like the kid with the fiddle
Then I left his ass numb with them backwoods riddles
I ain't tryin' to be a boaster but I roast it like a toaster
I'm as good as cold beer in the summer and you know it
Got you high like THC while you're swingin' off a rope swing
CEO, boy, hashtag RHEC
[Outro]
I just wanna give a big thanks
To Showtime, Tiller Gang, Fat Tarr, C-Hubb, Big John, Big Smo
You know you gotta represent for us

[Chorus]
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

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Yelawolf – Box Chevy V Lyrics

I’m out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course
That’s A for Alabama, I’ll be damned if I say Georgia
Tennessee in this bitch, I got some Hennessy that’s paid for
Give me the big bottle, f*ck it, if I break it, I’ll pay for it
My ladies laying in the Chevrolet and I say "Lord
Thank you for giving me this baby girl on a suede horse"
Yeah, this ain’t no gay Ford
I’m pushing bowties till I die and I’m gonna ride ’til my legs sore
Vogues I got a set "4", plus a Beretta sitting in the floor
Better protect yours

[Hook:]
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet
Let’s go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day

(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro’s, girl
(Still) I’m an American Rock N Roll grand baby
Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Am
The Chevrolet Slim Shady, there’s no way you can save me
Bass boat flakes, you never seen such
Roll down my window like "Who I am doesn’t mean much"

Burning tread off a thousand-dollar tires with a clean touch
Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch
Bitch, I’m

[Hook]

Yea, windows washed, looking like a glass house
Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren
Feels like I’m watching television on a couch snorin’
I must be dreaming leaning back inside this chariot
Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it
A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with
Jack D and take my f*cking keys so that I don’t, wreck it
Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it
How does it feel from over here? Oh, bless it
This is for all the Chevy’s that I collected
Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is
To you man I just want to give you a message
Uh’, I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday
Watching punks and chumps in donks get hella paid
But I just focused on my vision and never quit n’
Now man I’m sittin’ in my vision with a reason to celebrate
I’m

[Hook: X2]

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Floods and destruction as storm Sally moves north

Torrential rains could bring damaging floods to the Carolinas, Georgia and Virginia.

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ICE whistleblower: Nurse alleges ‘hysterectomies on immigrant women in US’

A complaint alleges unsafe treatment and conditions at a migrant detention centre in Georgia, US.

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Georgia man who struck reporter’s rear pleads guilty to sexual battery

Reporter Alex Bozarjian was covering a run last year when her backside was smacked by a runner.

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Charlie Daniels: Country and southern rock legend dies at age 83

The US singer and songwriter was best known for his country hit The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

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Coronavirus: How ‘three musketeers’ helped Georgia fight virus

Georgia has recorded fewer than 1,000 infections and only 15 deaths among its 3.7 million people.

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Lupe Fiasco – Rest Up Big Homey…We Got It From Here Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
And he said
He said “Black”
He said “Black”
He said “Black”
He said “Black”
He said “Black is beautiful”
He said ”Black is beautiful”
He said that “Black is beautiful, beautiful”
He tell me “Black is beautiful”
He said “Black is beautiful”, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, uh
Gorgeous, like George is
The portrait of a summertime Georgia, maybe
Or an Alabama farm
Made back against the wall at the mall, crazy
Let’s take it back to that Mercedes in front of the store
Stephen put your baby on his shoulders like a chauffeur
And she told us exactly who you are
For every trail, known to carry revolution, every twenty dollar bills
H-Town Don (Don, don, don)
They say we doin’ dirt, but we just break down ground
That’s what happens when you’re sons of mother earth
Things you said reflected the love for the church
Your fellow man and your brothers and the lurch
They be lurkin’, trying not to go berserk
The only way that they can express they hurt
Kinda like how I be doin’ with verse
For me birth, to you reverse
I think they misheard your last piece of work
The last words of a good man, pure and unrehearsed
The shell heard around the earth with your final breath
The last word, right before you left were-

[Chorus]
Black is beautiful
I heard you say “Black is beautiful”
We heard you say “Black is beautiful”
We all heard you say “Black, black is beautiful”

[Outro]
So, Big Floyd, man, say, I’m back at it, man
Gettin’ back on up, man, you know
We had to do some things, man, to bounce back, man
I’m just sharin’ right now, you know what I’m sayin’?
‘Cause man, people quick to caught you out, man
But, just shit so, [?] in, you know
One thing about the whole flow, man, I love the world
Right with my own, as in by the motion and they know that
You know, ’cause, like
People be actin’ like they be scared about the race war
Worried ’bout that next man gon’ say
Man, you got to get down, know what I’m sayin’?
Like I ain’t here to show out and all that, you know
You should just break the motivation, somebody to wanna get God
He might need it, or whatever you’re goin’ through, man
Man, don’t let Instagram fool you, man
And get you depressed, lookin’ at what other people doing and all that, man
I love you man, Big Floyd, [?] on family

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6ix9ine – Gummo

[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

[Verse 1]
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Verse 2]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Outro]
Scum Gang

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LUKE BRYAN – What Makes You Country lyrics

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

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Luke Bryan – What Makes You Country lyrics

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

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[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

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James Taylor – Copperline

Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on Copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline
We were down on Copperline

One Summer night on the Copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn’t come as a surprise to me
It doesn’t touch my memory
Man I’m lifting up and rising free
Down on over Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I’m only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline, yeah
Take me down on Copperline
Oh, down on Copperline
Take me down on Copperline

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Nichole Nordeman – Every Mile Mattered (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?

[Pre-Chorus]
I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
Written all over your face
Wrong turns and bridges burned
Things you wanna change

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
Yeah, it’s history
And every mile mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered

[Verse 2]
Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
Send them home, let ’em go
Don’t you think it’s time? Yeah

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered

[Bridge]
And every road and every bend
Every bruise and bitter end
All you squandered, all you spent
It mattered, it mattered
Mercy always finds a way
To wrap your blisters up in grace
And every highway you’d erase
It mattered, it mattered

[Chorus 2]
But it’s history
It don’t define you
You’re free to leave
It all behind you
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered!
Every mile mattered!

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Cold hearted – Bryce Fox lyrics

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
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Tracy Byrd – Watermelon Crawl

I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red
Rhine county watermelon festival ahead

Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down
Took a two lane road to a one horse town
There was a party goin’ on when I got there
I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

When the band started playin the watermelon queen
Said let me show you somethin’ that you ain’t ever seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on lets go
She dipped down, spun around, and do-ce-doed

She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
She craweled across the floor and jumped back to her feet
She wiggled and she giggled and be all you ever saw
She said this is how you do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

If your ever down in georgia around about july
If you ain’t in a hurry then you aw to stop by
I can guarantee that you’re goin have a ball
Learnin’ how to do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

Yeah do the watermelon crawl
Have fun you all
Do the watermelon crawl

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Bobbie Gentry – Fancy

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.

We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we was hard-pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress.

Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
Then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
They’ll be nice to you."

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out girl it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down,
Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out.
It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

I knew what I had to do.
Then I made myself this solemn vow:
I’s gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how.

But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame.
You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
But Fancy was my name.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite.

Charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat.

Now I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out well it’s up to you.
Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."

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Thomas Rhett – American Spirit

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, ain’t got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin’ up
Hot dogs servin’ up
It ain’t even fourth of july
That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

[Chorus]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
Its your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[verse 2]
Old red six string, white piece of paper
Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
It’s a ring on a finger and bible
[and a title, on a fixer up house?]

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
It’s your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[Outro]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky

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Brook Benton – Rainy Night In Georgia

Hoverin’ by my suitcase
Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin’
Seems I hear your voice callin’
"It’s all right"
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
Neon signs a flashin’
Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night
The distant moanin’ of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
How many times I’ve wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it, think of it
You just got to do your own thing
I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it’s hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I’m all right
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

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Gladys Knight & The Pips – Midnight Train To Georgia

L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn’t make it)
So he’s leaving a life he’s come to know, ooh
(He said he’s going)
He said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, what’s left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago

He’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back
(Going back to find)
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

He kept dreaming
(Dreaming)
Ooh, that some day he’d be a star
(A superstar, but he didn’t get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don’t always come true, oh no, uh uh
(Dreams don’t always come true, uh uh, no, uh uh)
So he pawned down his hopes
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
And even sold his old car
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew
Oh yes he did, he said he would

Oh-oh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on a midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find, ooh
(Going back to find)
A simpler place and time, ooh, yeah
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’m gonna be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

Ooh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On the midnight train to Georgia, yeah, ooh y’all
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, a simpler place and time, ooh y’all, uh-huh
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ve got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride
For love, gonna board, gotta board the midnight train to go
For love, gonna board, uh huh, the midnight train to go
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go, hey
I got to go
I got to go
My world, his world, my man, his girl
I got to go
I got to go, oh
I got to go
My world, his world, our world, his girl

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Usher – Wait For It Lyrics

[Intro]
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it

[Verse 1]
Theodosia writes me a letter every day
I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
He’s on the British side in Georgia
He’s trying to keep the colonies in line
Well he can keep all of Georgia
Theodosia, she’s mine

[Chorus 1]
Love don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep lovin’ anyway
We laugh and we cry and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m by her side
When so many have tried
I’m willing to wait for it
Then, I’m willing to wait for it

[Verse 2]
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher, preacher, preacher, preacher
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
My mother was a genius, genius, my father commanded respect, respect
When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect

[Chorus 2]
Death don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
Yeah, we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it
Then I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

[Bridge]
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am the one thing in life I can control
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am inimitable, I am original
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I’m not falling behind or running late
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am not standing still, I am lying in wait
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
Everyone faces an endless uphill climb
You got something to prove, you got nothing to lose
Everyone’s pace is relentless, you waste no time, time
What is it like in his shoes?

[Chorus 3]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
Taking me, taking me, taking…
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
But I know there’s a reason I’m alive
So many have died
And I’m still waiting for it
I’m willing to wait for it

[Chorus 2]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it (Yes I am)
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

[Outro]
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

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Young Jeezy – Bout That (feat. Lil Wayne)

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Start at the hammer I ain’t talking ’bout astrology
For any pussy doubted, bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ ’bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I could’ve stopped at 101 tell me who shit coming close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field when and bought a set of cleats
Fuck them silly ass nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Made chops since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been ’bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies, goddamn
You ain’t ’bout that lif, e not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh God I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike, goddamn
Wearing a handkerchief
All ’bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explaining shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I anchor shit
We moving slow and ducking quick
You ain’t about the gangster shit, goddamn

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Bitch I’m still winning, yeah it’s like I got some trick tracks
And if that pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name, ran off on the plug right?
Caught him and they opened up his top like a Bud Lite
Posted in the spot look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck the Source
I still didn’t get them five mics
If ya find a nigga better, if ya let a nigga know
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking, ain’t like the nigga Snow
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rapping
On the Gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double hoe
They hate you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you struggle tho

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

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Spillage Village – Can’t Call It

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 1]
Miseducated, unemployed
Get deployed in a week
Them snatch my body and my soul was exploited for free
Now occupations getting sold, shipped and soul overseas
Can’t trust nobody like they know to make sure I’m gone eat
All I see is distractions, distractions
My life just keep flashing and I’m flashing blue lights
Get behind you and your little blood pressure start to climate up
My niggas be speaking and spirit schooling me on time
And I went to sleep thinking them caves with spiders on my eyelids
So what you know ’bout shining?
Lord I’ve been dancing for days, Hell I’m still shaking off slave
Beneath and dipped in diamonds
She claim my beats [?] then I can’t leave her for one moment
Really I be [?]
Of life and I still be trying to make sense of that jibber jabber
You right, I can tie this ’round my neck, floating up that corporate ladder
The weather, the lever matter, or realistic I’d rather be up misfed
We get it crackin’, we [?] mechanic actions
But I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 2: Bas]
Heavy duty, Hell on Earth
We’ve been feeling Heavens duties
Even with these demons on us
Journey deep into atonement
Through the edges of my mind
I cannot give you my mind state
That shit like going on blind dates
I don’t know how that bitch look
I could’ve been took
I’m keeping the vine fate
Follow the lines straight, and narrow
Never been one of my fine traits
I just been living the road, I don’t got no home
I cannot define safe, ’rounding the bases I live in the times
Few of my niggas is running it with me
We’ve been surviving and keeping alive
Thank you God, God is great
Give me a pond, now lakes a [?]
Look at the water inside your eyes
You have been stuck in a blind state
Most of us out here just nickel and dime
Cook up a trip of the crime rate
But that’s by design and we never snooze
Now I’m so awake, come step in my shoes nigga

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 3]
So far I done, so far I done
So far I done managed to take advantage
I set a goal and of course it didn’t take off like how I planned it
Granted I want the globe and the planet where my hands is
Granted, I’m on my toes and I’m sick of standing
Sick of the bicker back and forth
The lifted pitch inside your voice
Cause I can’t afford a picket fence and a Porsche
If I get in a pickle, I pull the pistol out my shorts
Payback on the pussy boy, so give me mines and give me yours
Give me time and let me finish the design of method
Any nigga lying, I step it
Point me in the wrong direction, digging in the mind connecting
Everything I ever seen, ever done, never was trying to set the gas in the fire
I prepped it
Walking in shit that I stepped in

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 4]
Activated (activated)
Native language, middle finger
How ironic? (how ironic? how ironic?)
What it take to get it when you know you got it?
How you operating when you know your calling?
Glad he raised me cause I know my papa wasn’t sober often
I ain’t judging, I get high
Now I’m the best to break out and lead 285
Sticking my chest out, putting my deuce up
Loosing respect for the one’s you like
Back in Georgia we whip it slow
Get pulled over and you could die
Fuck the bullshit, fuck the cool shit
Grab the burner, let’s use our rights
Let’s get rid of these fools tonight
What a decision, what a commitment, what a [?] when you decide
Pop the moonroof, ain’t your voodoo
Hit the crib, get danky coo coo
Certified I could lead the new school
Word to Tribe, whole team is Zulu

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

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Lydia – Georgia letras

[Verse One]
You got a couple dollars in your pocket
It’s 10 o’clock in the morning
Well, do you remember what you’re talking?
Well alright, no problem

[Hook]
Yeah
When it goes flying on by
Yeah
I remember back when I

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Verse Two]
I don’t want no stories
Come on at me like you always
You were looking kind of lonely
Well alright, I’m sorry

[Hook]
Yeah
Moving all around in my mind
Yeah
And back when I, yeah back when I

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Speaking/Bridge]
(What time is it?
It’s a little after six
After six? Oh, I missed my bus again
Oh, what’s one more day?
Nothing to you
You know, I’ve got a funny feeling I’m going around and around
Maybe I’m on a merry-go-round
Climb on down.)

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Outro]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
Yeah, that’s how it goes

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Kane Brown – Hometown letras

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown