The Heart Of Georgia

My grandma taught the golden rule  
From inside of a one-room school  
My grandpa drove an old farmall  
So the corn could grow green and tall    
I learned all about life in a pair worn out boots    
When you find your Sunnyside,  you’ll find your roots    
    
You can throw a rock from sign to sign    
But don’t think we’re left back in time    
You’ll never have to call on a friend    
Cause we love each other like we’re kin

Two black marks on a long street    
A Super Sport that I bet you can’t beat    
A blue eyed blonde from the flatwoods    
Down on the Big Sandy it never felt so good    
    
Sunday preachin’, dinner on the grounds    
On the back row with the lost and found    
We all feel so rich when we’re on that land    
Cause it’s were our ancestors made their stand

If you listen when the moon is full
You can hear that guitar squall
You’ll know the foxes are rockin’ the fur-shed wall
Hold on when the Georgia pines start to sway
Cause that piano is gonna play    

We all have a different name, but we’re all the same    
Doin’ the best we can with no one to blame    
They call us country, hillbillies and rednecks    
But I don’t care, you can’t cash their checks
    
All those big cities are just a waste of time
I seen a few, so be careful of the ladder you climb
No matter if you’re from a J, D, or a T-Ville
Never let that concrete change the way you feel
Just be proud you’re livin’...
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