South Of Atlanta

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There's a town in south Georgia where the water is clean
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Lob-lollies grow tall, the winters ain't mean
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The people who live there are the kind you can trust
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They all grew up riding the county school bus

[Verse 2]

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There's a town in south Georgia so humble and small
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If you sneeze driving through, you won't see it at all
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Every Sunday at supper they're bowing their heads
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Thankful for snap peas and chili cornbread

[Chorus]

         A        E        B     E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
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East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
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You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
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Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there

[Verse 3]

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Old Joe's at the Chevron, take that to the bank
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He'll wipe off your windows, he'll fill up your tank
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There's a good game of checkers that's happening somewhere
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You ain't had barbecue until you had it down there

[Chorus]

         A        E        B     E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A         E                B           E
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
       A            E             B             E
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
       A            E             B             E
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there

[Verse 4]

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There's a town in south Georgia where the fishing's still good
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And if you want a fire, you gotta split your own wood
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People wave without taking their hand off the wheel
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They're keeping it simple, they're keeping it real
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If they give you their word, you can put it in stone
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And if the whole world goes crazy, there's one place that won't

[Bridge]

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And lord when I die, let's make a deal
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Lay me down in that town, where time stands still

[Chorus] (x2)
         A        E        B     E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A         E                B           E
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
       A            E             B             E
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
       A            E             B             E
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there