Lyrics

[Chorus: David Ray] I was raised in the heart of Georgia, but it seems I'm always gone Church on Sunday, work on Monday, Mama can't do no wrong (No sir) My daddy always kept a 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone (Yes he did) No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home Come on, come on [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] B-U-B-B-A made of southern GA and I can never be fake Everything I create sounds like the peach state And I drink so much shine I can't even see straight We take a little bit turn it in to a lot of shit that we keep it poppin; with An ain't it obvious they should build a monument Way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments A son of La Grange on stage out in Idaho Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone Wouldn't you know I should have known, Idaho is like my home Bikers on Harley D's hardly seems like I'm gone But there ain't nothin' like Georgia on a fall day Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play Been all the way across this globe, but my heart stays on McCosh Mill Road (come on) [Chorus: David Ray] I was raised in the heart of Georgia, but it seems I'm always gone Church on Sunday, work on Monday, Mama can't do no wrong (No sir) My daddy always kept a 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone (Yes he did) No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home Come on, come on [Verse 2: D-Thrash] Yeah I go to sleep Friday night and wake up Monday morning 'Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat I'm always clocking out late an getting no sleep It's all I know, it's all I've done It's how we do it out in the country where I'm from Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits And if your talking shit about us you better get My hand's stay dirty, but I stay clean I try to do it right if you know what I mean I'm getting those checks I'm payin' uncle Sam I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail My daddy worked hard, my mama did too They always try to make sure that I knew Bust your ass and never make excuses You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it [Chorus: David Ray] I was raised in the heart of Georgia, but it seems I'm always gone Church on Sunday, work on Monday, Mama can't do no wrong (No sir) My daddy always kept a 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone (Yes he did) No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home Come on, come on [Bridge] Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain Were about as Georgia as sir ma'am and y'all Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers Were about as Georgia as peach tree street Were about as Georgia as solid gold music That's rap, yeah that's country [Chorus: David Ray] I was raised in the heart of Georgia, but it seems I'm always gone Church on Sunday, work on Monday Mama can't do no wrong My daddy always kept a 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home Come on, come on