| I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone
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| Church on Sunday, work on Monday
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| Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)
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| My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
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| And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
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| No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
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| Come on, come on
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| B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake
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| Everything I created sounds like the peach state
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| An I drink so much shine I can’t even see straight
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| We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with
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| An ain’t it obvious they should build a monument
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| way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments
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| A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho
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| Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone
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| Wouldn’t you know I should have known Idaho is like my home
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| Bikers on harley d’s hardly seems like I’m gone
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| But there ain’t nothing like Georgia on a fall day
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| Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play
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| Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come
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| on)
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| I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone
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| Church on Sunday, work on Monday
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| Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)
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| My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
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| And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
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| No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
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| Come on, come on
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| I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning
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| Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat
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| I’m always clocking out late an getting no sleep
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| It’s all I know, it’s all I’ve done, it’s how we do it out in the country where
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| I’m from
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| Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits
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| An if your talking shit about us you better get
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| My hand’s stay dirty, but I stay clean
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| I try to do it right if you know what I mean
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| I’m getting those checks I’m paying uncle Sam
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| I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail
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| My daddy worked hard, my mama did to
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| They always try to make sure that I knew
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| Bust yo ass and never make excuses
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| You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it
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| I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone
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| Church on Sunday, work on Monday
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| Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)
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| My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
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| And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
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| No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
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| Come on, come on
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| Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee
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| Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs
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| Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain
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| Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall
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| Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers
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| Were about as Georgia as peachtree street
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| Were about as Georgia as solid gold music
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| That’s rap, yeah that’s country
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| I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone
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| Church on Sunday, work on Monday
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| Mama can’t get no wrong
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| My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
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| And worked his fingers to the bone
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| No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
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| Come on, come on… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart Of Georgia, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Made On McCosh Mill Road, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп