| Doraville, touch of country in the city
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| Doraville, it ain’t much, but it’s home
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| Friends of mine say I oughta move to New York
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| New York’s fine, but it ain’t Doraville
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| Every night, I make a living making music
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| And that’s all right to folks in Doraville
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| Yeah, hey hey
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| Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey
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| It’s funky but i’ts pretty
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| Sweet Georgia
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| Yeah, hey hey
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| Ooh, hot time in Dixie, hey
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| Come on down and visit, you’ll dig it
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| Red clay hills, rednecks drinking wine on Sunday
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| Behind their field getting down in Doraville
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| Doraville, touch of country in the city
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| Doraville, it ain’t much, but it’s home
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| It’s all right
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| It’s all right
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| Doraville
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| Doraville, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right
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| Doraville
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| Doraville |