Heart Of Georgia

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake

Everything I created sounds like the peach state

An I drink so much shine I can't even see straight

We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with

An ain't it obvious they should build a monument

way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments

A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho

Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone

Wouldn't you know I should have known Idaho is like my home

Bikers on harley d's hardly seems like I'm gone

But there ain't nothing like Georgia on a fall day

Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play

Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come on)

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning

Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat

I'm always clocking out late an getting no sleep

It's all I know, it's all I've done, it's how we do it out in the country where I'm from

Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits

An if your talking shit about us you better get

My hand's stay dirty, but I stay clean

I try to do it right if you know what I mean

I'm getting those checks I'm paying uncle Sam

I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail

My daddy worked hard, my mama did to

They always try to make sure that I knew

Bust yo ass and never make excuses

You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee

Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs

Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain

Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall

Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers

Were about as Georgia as peachtree street

Were about as Georgia as solid gold music

That's rap, yeah that's country

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on...