This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

No matter where you choose to be In my heart I'll always see you Albuquerque Waitin' out a blizzard Dancin' 'cross the desert Watchin' the sun set in Monterey Girl I swear just the other day you were Down in Georgia

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin,

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

Good lord almighty Girl, you go down good You ain't even trying 'Cause you wrote the book There ain't nobody (There ain't nobody) A do me like you (Do me like you) The way you move that body (The way you move that body)

Good lord almighty Girl, you go down good You ain't even trying 'Cause you wrote the book There ain't nobody (There ain't nobody) A do me like you (Do me like you) The way you move that body (The way you move that body)

Can't nobody bring me down, down, down, down, down I feel good, today Can't nobody bring me down And I just got paid, and I think I'm gonna hit the town Can't nobody bring me My truck A/C is broken That Georgia breeze is blowin' I'm feelin' easy goin'

Lean back and watch the sundown fade Do what I do and life's a little sideways I take a sip and say a prayer Wait for the shooting star and stare Off at the headlights on the highway That guy in the windshield looking back looks just like me But there's

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make