verse 1
E A E
There's a town in south Georgia where the water is clean
E A E
Lob-lollies grow tall, the winters ain't mean
B A E
The people who live there are the kind you can trust
B A B
They all grew up riding the county school bus
verse 2
E A E
There's a town in south Georgia so humble and small
E A E
If you sneeze driving through, you won't see it at all
B A E
Every Sunday at supper they're bowing their heads
B A B
Thankful for snap peas and chili cornbread
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A E B E
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
A E B E
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there
verse 3
E A E
Old Joe's at the Chevron, take that to the bank
E A E
He'll wipe off your windows, he'll fill up your tank
B A E
There's a good game of checkers that's happening somewhere
B A B
You ain't had barbecue until you had it down there
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A E B E
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
A E B E
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there
verse 4
E A E
There's a town in south Georgia where the fishing's still good
E A E
And if you want a fire, you gotta split your own wood
B A E
People wave without taking their hand off the wheel
B A E
They're keeping it simple, they're keeping it real
B A E
If they give you their word, you can put it in stone
B A E
And if the whole world goes crazy, there's one place that won't
Bridge
B A E
And lord when I die, let's make a deal
B A E
Lay me down in that town, where time stands still
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta down I-85
A E B E
East of Alabama, where Old Glory still flies
A E B E
You can smell honeysuckle, put your nose in the air
A E B E
Take me south of Atlanta, don't stop till we're there (x2)