song that keeps you, Georgia, on my mind There's that old sweet song that keeps you, Georgia, on my mind That keeps you, Georgia, on my mind
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I find Just an old, sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind) I said, just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind
on comin lemme exchange da currency coz its so foreign i got dat arab money (money) makin upto 5 kind your minds on the money, diamond mine still runnin
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up If I got on the stage in my show and said 'Fuck'
an old record but nowhere to play it There was something on her mind But she just couldn't say it I said, oh what on earth do you mean Then the band
to ten loads out of ten stones Ride the crash course, do the math on it Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it But I'm on it, grillin' with George Foreman
Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get
I'ma have to fly my flag at half mass You go girl, you make me wanna holler Take George off and put your boobs on the dollar I see you out there dancing
investigator, sportin' more alligators From here to Virginia clubs when I step up in ya Tell the maid from my toes to my shoulder blade Extreme act up on
roadside And it's a made out of rattlesnake hide It's got a band new chimney put on top And it's a made out of human skull Come on take a little walk
house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull Come on take a little
I asked the bouncer if he knew my girl Hesta Prynn He said, "I know that girl, are you in that band?" I said, "I think I'm on the list, could you stamp my
flying by I hope you smile If i ever cross your mind It was a pleasure of my life And i cherished every time And my whole world It begins and ends with you On
well not even have a mouth Columbus, georgia, said they'd lock me up CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS If i got on the stage in my show and said
no destination I'm just gonna follow my shoes I may run on up to Dallas But the fiddle player's got the blues Feel kinda like ole Ray Charles Georgia on my mind
that time keeps marching on The coldest hour is the one comes just before the dawn The devil's back in Georgia will you stand up to the test Or will you
