It's getting late and she's in bed. And all she ever said was get to Atlanta. The summer's coming and I'm heading home. So I hung up the phone and looked
Got the wide open sky in my eyes Got my feet on solid ground They dont want me to be who I am Here in this place, its my daddys town Wont you meet me
Hey, look at all those cowgirls tearin down the gravel roads on Saturday night Singing Summertime at the top of their lungs, sippin Dixie cups of strawberry
All the lights are goin' down on Main Street. Parkin' lots are fillin' up, With teenage dreams an' pick-up trucks. There's gonna be a race tonight: That
I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin'
Get jacked up pumped up screamin' for more Gonna be a shoot out when the engines roar Got my colors tight and my number right Straight up ready to roll
the only tailgates I see down are loading smack and crack cocaine For a long haul, up the West Coast in this longfall My girl loved the price of fame, I lost
All of this screamin aint gettin us nowhere tonight Youre dead set on leavin, both of us tired of the same old fight Your drawers are empty, your closet
Chorus: I watch the sunset falling down I hear the voices coming through this overcrowded town And yes, I know that time it flies by so fast You better
I woke up on The Battery on a Charleston Friday night With my dirt-stained Corduroys and Balances crumpled up by my side I said goodbye to my company
Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass Wonder how long hard times will last For this backward soul on a road that god knows where As hard
Still Love the smell of mamas house when somethings cookin on the stove Still hug her neck when its time to go, leavins always tough Oh, theres some
Whys everybody hate on me Cause I'm young comin' up my own way I got a bottle and a bag of seed You can call me Saturday. Oh don't mind me I mean no
She was standin there with her big, blue, question-mark eyes Sayin, Would you stay the night and me, I was just seventeen, my very first time But I knew
down Blast Song of the South till the cops come out Watch the full moon glide on the riverside Hey, Baby, Hey, Baby, lets take a ride this Saturday night Get lost
I'm not asking you to understand. All that I do that's just the way I am. But all I want is to be your man. Just let me be your....your bad habit. Just
You dont even know what you did do you, baby You never looked back when you left You didnt see me goin crazy Pickin up the pieces all by myself What
