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'

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

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

Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free-fall May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new one The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac For you get lost down some road Slow

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

I wish you were on it And you know the way I could use a little Henny right now Rushin' over, runnin' into my house Just want you back, tears rollin' down your face Drop your keys on my hardwood floor Kiss me like you never kissed me before And girl I

Tell me how you like it Tell me how you like it (tell me how you like it) You know I wanna try it (know I wanna try it) Baby if you don't mind it (if you don't mind it) We can kick it down in four and you can drive Pretty girl you can ride it We can all

Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings And all those things that you were gonna do Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it Hopin' that he's lookin' down And tell him that I love him while he's still

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross